Top 100 Suzanne Collins Quotes
#3. I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
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#4. You don't destroy what you want to
acquire in the future.
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#5. Updates from Coin about the nature of the bombs. Certainly, the war is still being waged, but as to its status, we're in the
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#6. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you.
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#7. The smell of blood ... it was on his breath.
What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.
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#8. Maybe they were onto something in Six. Drug yourself out and paint flowers on your body. Not such a bad life. Seemed happier than the rest of us, anyway.
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#10. Thinking like your prey ... that's where you find their vulnerabilities.
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#12. Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.
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#13. I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.
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#17. Haymitch shrugs. Peeta has asked to be coached separately.
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#18. Like our home, this is a place that he has no right, but ultimately every right, to occupy. I
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#20. But that means the pups are starving to death, too. Not just the big rats," said Gregor. "Doesn't that bother you?" "Of course it bothers me!" Mareth shook his head and sighed. "It is so hard for you to know what it is like for us here, Gregor.
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#21. What a welcome sight. You know, it's funny how often people forget that presidents need to eat, too, President
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#22. I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. "Here."
I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
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#23. that cold and calculating? Gale didn't say, "Katniss will pick whoever it will break her heart to give up," or even "whoever she can't live without." Those would have implied I was motivated by a kind of passion. But my best friend predicts I will choose the
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#24. You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.
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#25. My advisors were concerned you would be difficult, but you're not planning on being difficult at all, are you?" "No.
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#26. Maybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen that we want to be a part of it.
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#27. We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for our survival.
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#29. I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.
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#30. A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat.
Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.
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#31. I don't know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
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#32. They are white, four-limbed, about the size of a full-grown human, but that's where the comparisons stop. Naked, with long reptilian tails, arched backs, and heads that jut forward.
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#33. My name is Katniss Everdeen. My home is District Twelve. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead. Most likely is dead. It would probably be best if he were dead ... - Katniss EverdeenS
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#34. So this is how a war starts ... Not with two armies facing off, waiting for the signal to charge ... It begins much more quietly. In a room, on a field, in a remote tunnel when someone who has power decides the time has come.
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#35. Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.
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#36. He's fighting it, probably more for me than for him, and it's hard because unconsciousness would be its own form of escape. But the adrenaline pumping through my body would never allow me to follow him, so I can't let him go. I just can't.
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#38. If she cries, he will nose his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down and falls asleep. I'm so glad I didn't drown him.
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#39. Its not in my nature to go down without a fight even when things seem insurmountable
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#40. Everything is brand-new, I will be the first and only tribute to use this Launch Room.
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#42. I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.
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#43. Do you want me to lie about it?"
...
"No I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion.
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#44. I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
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#45. One more time? For the audience? he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
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#46. The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.
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#47. Fine. I'll train. But I'm going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself." Says Johanna.
"Probably best not to bring that up in training," I say. "But it's nice to know I'll have a ride.
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#48. The disruption of the broadcast. Beetee's glad we find the plan hard to follow, because then our enemies will, too. "Like your electricity trap in the arena?" I ask. "Exactly. And see how well that worked out?" says Beetee. Well ... not
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#50. It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all about where they were or what they were doing or how they felt when a specific event occurred ... Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena
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#51. That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.
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#52. Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.
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#54. By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.
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#56. Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.
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#57. I am determined to avenge her, to make her loss unforgettable, and I can only do that by winning and thereby making myself unforgettable.
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#58. And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.
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#59. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You
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#61. At once, it's clear I cannot gush. We try me playing cocky, but I just don't have the arrogance. Apparently, I'm too "vulnerable" for ferocity. I'm not witty. Funny. Sexy. Or mysterious By the end of the session, I am no one at all.
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#62. Another force to contend with. Another power player who has decided to use me as a piece in her games,
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#63. Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.
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#64. It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
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#65. Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta. If he does, he won't have any way to hurt you."
"So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask.
"Whatever it takes to break you.
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#66. The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.
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#68. Become the actual leader, the face, the voice, the embodiment of the revolution. The person
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#69. This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself.
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#70. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.
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#71. Now I smile. "How's everything with you?" I call down cheerfully. This takes them aback, but I know the crowd will love it.
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#73. This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.
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#74. I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she'll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.
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#75. Peeta doesn't need a brush to paint images from the Games. He works just as well in words.
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#76. It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant
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#77. But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
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#78. To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
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#79. It goes on and on and on and eventually completely consumes my mind, blocking out memories and hopes of tomorrow, erasing everything but the present, which I begin to believe will never change. There
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#80. Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
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#81. I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.
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#82. My heart is beating so fast and fierce I hardly hear them.
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#83. No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone. - Katniss Everdeen
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#84. Peeta would lose it if he knew I was thinking any of this, so I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?"
"I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.
"Come on, then," I say, pulling him into my room.
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#86. He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there. A side effect of the sleep syrup is that it makes people less inhibited, like white liquor, and I know I have to control my tongue.
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#87. Warmblood now a bloodborne death,
Will rob your body of it's breath
Mark your skin and seal your fate
The Underland becomes a plate
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#88. Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
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#89. I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.
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#90. I watch his hands, his beautiful, capable fingers. Scarred, as mine were before the Capitol erased all marks from my skin, but strong and deft. Hands that have the power to mine coal but the precision to set a delicate snare. Hands I trust.
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#92. I'm left with Haymitch in the rubble, wondering if Finnick's fate would have one day been mine. Why not? Snow could have gotten a really good price for the girl on fire.
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#93. I don't like self-righteous people," I say.
"What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.
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#94. I know every arrow must count, and they do. In the eerie light,
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#95. Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.
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#96. They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!
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#97. So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark
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#98. My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.
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#99. Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they're among our best customers.
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#100. Numerous animals have lost their lives at my hands, but only one human. I hear Gale saying, How different can it be, really?
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