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
stupid people hazards
Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.
talking
I'm not good at talking about myself.
sunset orange hair
Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.
strange hunger
It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant
hands knives wake-up
For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta
sick able hunger
Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
broken want ifs
If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.
doctors my-thoughts therapy
What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.
rip thinking fire
What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.
remember stealing
Just remember, stealing's punishable by death
morning fear taken
I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.
beautiful dream hands
They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself.
running mean kissing
What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.
hurt morning lunch
Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out,' I reply. Cinna puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me into lunch. ' Don't worry, I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself.