Suzanne Collins

Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.

— Suzanne Collins

Only.. I want to do die as myself

— Suzanne Collins

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

— Suzanne Collins

You don't destroy what you want to

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My dreams are nothing I want to remember, full of people I must never forget. I visit death after death. It's a relief to be woken up.

— Suzanne Collins

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

— Suzanne Collins

All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.

— Suzanne Collins

If Under fell, if Over leaped,

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But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

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Aim higher in case you fall short.

— Suzanne Collins

I think people respond to dystopian stories because they're ways of acting out anxieties that we have and fears that we have about the future. So much media's coming at you over the Internet, your brain gets overloaded. You don't know what to do with it. And one thing you can do with it is read a story.

— Suzanne Collins

Bukan sifatku untukk kalah tanpa bertarung, bahkan saat kemungkinan untuk menang tampak begitu tipis. -Katniss

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Warmblood now a bloodborne death,

— Suzanne Collins

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.

— Suzanne Collins

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

— Suzanne Collins

People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!” There‘s dead silence on the set. It goes on. And on. Finally, the intercom crackles and Haymitch‘s acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, “And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

— Suzanne Collins

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

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Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

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I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I'm right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors." The shock I've been feeling begins to give way to fury. "I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there's a cease-fire, you're deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do." My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. "This is what they do and we must fight back!"

— Suzanne Collins

Because, sometimes, things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

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Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, 'How do you bear it?'

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I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

— Suzanne Collins

She needs to wake up," said Boots. "Hazard is crying. When does she wake up?" Gregor could not find it within him to give his standard reply. To pretend that in a short time Thalia would be back with them, laughing and happy. And somehow it seemed wrong to try. Boots was getting older. Very soon, she would begin to realize the truth on her own, anyway. "She's not going wake up," he told her. "She's dead."

— Suzanne Collins

The Sun Persists in Rising so I Make Myself Stand

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She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.

— Suzanne Collins

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

— Suzanne Collins

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

— Suzanne Collins