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
sweet memories forever
All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.
sleep katniss tea
You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.
running wall eye
Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman--dark tangled hair, sea green eyes--runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. "Finnick!" And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.
katniss trying alive
Katniss....he's still trying to keep you alive.
feelings trying someone-you-love
If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.
uprising
What is to prevent, say, an uprising?
simple choices would-be
At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.
thinking tonight boots
I guess after tonight Boots won't think the whole world is her friend," thought Gregor. She had to find out sometime, but it still made him sad.
cheating joy bedtime
And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?
girl running thinking
All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.
fighting justice hunger
We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.
memories stupid thinking
But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
katniss bread remember
Katniss. I remember about the bread.
blame plenty
there's plenty of blame to go around.