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
eye sun sleepy
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.
pay matter attention
Scores only matter if they’re very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones.
remember-you remembers-you haymitch-abernathy
Make sure they remember you.
morning mean sleep
What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.
lines steps
In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.
reality katniss snapping
Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.
hate night thinking
What do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.
love strong kissing
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
song teacher home
I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said "who knows the valley song?" and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday
knows
No one knows what to do with you, girlie.
mockingjay
I'm going to be the Mockingjay.
real enemy trying
Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.
tree rope necklaces
Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.
drama hate thinking
Is that why you hate me?" I ask. "Partly," She admits. "Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you're a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn't an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally.