Suzanne Collins Quotes

American television writer and novelist

Suzanne Collins (born August 10, 1962) is an American television writer and novelist, best known for writing The Hunger Games series (which is comprised of The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay).

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Alternative Names: Suzanne Marie Collins

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Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Are you, are you coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here.
No stranger would let it be if we met up
At midnight in the hanging tree.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

"We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives."

"I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life." Peeta says. "I would never be happy again. It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living."

"No one really needs me," he says, and there's no selfpity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on.... I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

"I do," I say. "I need you."

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.