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We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.

Suzanne Collins
Dog, Thinking, Hands
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.55, Scholastic Inc.

Please feel free to take this personally.

Suzanne Collins
Please, Feels
Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.674, Scholastic UK

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Suzanne Collins
Faults, Gale, Cameras

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

Suzanne Collins
Thinking, Katniss, Race
"Mockingjay". Book by Suzanne Collins, August 24, 2010.

Caesar Flickerman asks if the president has a date in mind. "Oh, before we set a date, we better clear it with Katniss's mother," says the president. The audience gives a big laugh and the president puts his arm around me. "Maybe if the whole country puts its mind to it, we can get you married before you're thirty." "You'll probably have to pass a new law," I say with a giggle. "If that's what it takes," says the president with conspiratorial good humor. Oh, the fun we two have together.

Suzanne Collins
Mother, Country, Fun
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.76, Scholastic Inc.

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

Suzanne Collins
People, Likes, Mags
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.273, Scholastic Inc.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

Suzanne Collins
Doors, Promise, Paper
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.34, Scholastic Inc.

I feel like I owe him something, and I hate owing people. Maybe if I had thanked him at some point, I'd be feeling less conflicted now. I thought about it a couple of times, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself. And now it never will. Because we're going to be thrown into an arena to fight to the death. Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.

Suzanne Collins
Couple, Hate, Fighting
Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.32, Scholastic Inc.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

Suzanne Collins
Want, Arms, Pumps
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.389, Scholastic Inc.

Dawn comes before sleep does.

Suzanne Collins
Sleep, Dawn, Doe
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.46, Scholastic Inc.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

Suzanne Collins
Baby, Thinking, Done

Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.

Suzanne Collins
Years, Nuts, Allies
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.232, Scholastic Inc.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

Suzanne Collins
Thinking, Names, Waking
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.97, Scholastic Inc.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

Suzanne Collins
Thinking, Doors, Bye
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games: Catching Fire”, p.149, Scholastic

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

Suzanne Collins
Missing, Want, Fairs
Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.35, Scholastic Inc.

What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.

Suzanne Collins
Competition, Best Things, Happened
Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.298, Scholastic Inc.

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.

Suzanne Collins
Real, Names, Katniss
Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.301, Scholastic Inc.

Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

Suzanne Collins
People, Cost, Murder
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.23, Scholastic Inc.

But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

Suzanne Collins
Pain, Real, Blow
Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.1159, Scholastic Inc.

I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.

Suzanne Collins
Sound, Ears, Littles
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.144, Scholastic Inc.

We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.

Suzanne Collins
Skills, Lunch, Naps

There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)

Suzanne Collins
Katniss, Gone, Done
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.131, Scholastic Inc.

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

Suzanne Collins
Real, Problem, Made
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.270, Scholastic Inc.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

Suzanne Collins
Catching Fire, Hunger, Ends
Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.12, Scholastic Inc.

Swathed in silk, I feel like a caterpillar in a cocoon awaiting metamorphosis. I always supposed that to be a peaceful condition. At first it is. But as I journey into the night, I feel more and more trapped, suffocated by the slippery bindings, unable to emerge until I have transformed into something of beauty. I squirm, trying to shed my ruined body and unlock the secret to growing flawless wings. Despite enormous effort, I remain a hideous creature, fired into my current form by the blast from the bombs.

Suzanne Collins
Night, Journey, Wings

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