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
campaign disturbing forms marketing promoting thrilled tim work
I'm thrilled with the work Tim Palen and his marketing team have done on the film. It's appropriately disturbing and thought-provoking how the campaign promotes 'Catching Fire' while simultaneously promoting the Capitol's punitive forms of entertainment.
school
In high school for a couple years we did archery.
moon asking knows
They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.
girl lasting-impressions made
I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.
eye mind trying
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.
dark years melting-away
The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.
home missing remember
I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.
children sacrifice katniss
Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.
eye tree forests
Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.
stars lovers star-crossed-lovers
The star-crossed lovers
mean katniss survival
Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?
care shorts ifs
Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.
eye kissing katniss
Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?
steps creeps wells
Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.