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
book mean people
Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....
pain eye glowing
The rat turned his glowing eyes on him, and Gregor was shocked by what he saw there. The intelligence, the deadliness, and, most surprisingly, the pain. This rat was not like Fangor and Shed. He was much more complicated and much more dangerous. For the first time in the Underland, Gregor felt completely out of his league. If he fought this rat, he wouldn't stand a change. He would lose. He would be dead.
littles energy saving
How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.
crazy waiting live-your-life
Live your life, take chances, be crazy. Dont wait 'cause right now is the oldest you've ever been & the youngest you'll be ever again
games pieces hunger
I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
our-world hair rainbow
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
real being-real wanted
I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.
careers branches looks
I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.
dies
You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.
want fiancee ifs
And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.
skins bread heat
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
flower blue flare-up
It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.
strong heart silence
I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.
girl running pain
Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground. "You better run now, Fire Girl," says Thresh. I don't need to be told twice. I flip over and my feet dig into the hard-packed earth as I run away from Thresh and Clove and the sound of Cato's voice. Only when I reach the woods do I turn back for an instant. Thresh and both large backpacks are vanishing over the edge of the plain into the area I've never seen. Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.