Suzanne Collins
Suzanne Collins
Suzanne Marie Collinsis an American television writer and novelist, best known as the author of The New York Times best selling series The Underland Chronicles and The Hunger Games trilogy...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 August 1962
CountryUnited States of America
rip care knocked-up
I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out
humorous catching-fire target
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.
catching-on catching-fire berries
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
dad wheels cavemen
His dad said even the cavemen had geniuses among them. Somebody had thought up the wheel.
four cracks hundred
I start to crack at four hundred to one.
giving-up games desperate-measures
The main thing I feel is a sense of relief. That I can give up this game. That the question of whether I can succeed in this venture has been answered, even if that answer is a resounding no. That if desperate times call for desperate measures, I am free to act as desperately as I want.
school coal
Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.
remember wanted knows
I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.
eye facts meat
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.
mean sleep care
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.
running games catching-on
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.
doors calling dinner
I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door. Effie's calling me to dinner. Good. I'm starving.
running hands glasses
That's very funny," says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. "Only not to us.
lying forever gazing
Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.