Suzanne Collins citations

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“C'est comme un jeu. Répétitif. Un peu lassant, même, après plus de vingt ans. Mais j'ai connu des jeux bien pires.”

“Pour survivre, je n'ai pas besoin de la flamme de Gale, nourrie de sa rage et de sa haine. J'en ai déjà bien assez en moi. Ce qu'il me faut, c'est le pissenlit au printemps. Le jaune vif qui évoque la renaissance plutôt que la destruction. La promesse que la vie continue, en dépit de nos pertes. Qu'elle peut même être douce à nouveau. Peeta est le seul à pouvoir m'offrir ça.”

“Tu n'oublies pas le visage de la personne qui était ton dernier espoir.”

“Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?”

“Okay, listen to me, you're stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that's all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.”

“Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.”

“If it's true, why do they leave us to live like this? With the hunger and the killings and the Games?" And suddenly I hate this imaginary underground city of District 13 and those who sit by, watching us die. They're no better than the Capitol.”

“I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.”

“Only.. I want to do die as myself”

“Peeta" I said "Stay with me"

I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always”

“Crying is not an option.”

“Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.”

“All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.”

“turn and turn and turn again
you see the what, but not the when
remedy and wrong entwine
and so they form a single vine”

“Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?"

"Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.”

“Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female…
I am going back into the arena.”

“Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.”

“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.”

“I know. I was hoping," I say.
"Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch.
I don't argue because, of course, he's right.”

“Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!”

“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.”

“I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.”

“You don't destroy what you want to
acquire in the future.”

“I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.”

“I wonder how she'll make up her mind."
"Oh, that I do know." I can just catch Gale's last words through the layer of fur. "Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.”

“I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.”

“For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand.
-Peeta”

“He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.”

“But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.”

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

“Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.”

“Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.”