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
hurt opportunity people
You haven't hurt people—you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.
katniss protect mockingjay-book
Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.
love-you remember cinna
Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!
catching-fire tick clock
Tick tock, this is a clock.
teeth beef boots
Yes, I’m a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends,” said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn’t moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.
moving fall games
Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now.
preparation destination instruction
We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.
hands knives voice
There's always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you'll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I'm dead!" I can hear my voice rising in anger. "But you won't! You'll be living up in some tree eating raw squirrels and picking off people with arrows.
blood oh-well wells
Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.
eye thinking hands
Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.
beautiful mother sleep
My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
letting-go hands doubt
He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.
force-fields nuts mags
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.
hate easier ifs
It'd be better if he were easier to hate.