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
lonely matter i-can
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
pain pressured
Beauty that arose out of pain.
weed should-have tree
It’s the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.
sparks enough
A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
years melting-away together
There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.
zero people distraction
I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
sleep dawn doe
Dawn comes before sleep does.
years people mind
She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.
mother couple hate
At least, you two have decent manners," says Effie as we're finishing the main course. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion." ... My mother taught Prim and me to eat properly, so yes, I can handle a fork and knife. But I hate Effie Trinket's comment so much I make a point of eating the rest of my meal with my fingers. Then I wipe my hands on the tablecloth. This makes her purse her lips tightly together.
process happenings
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
want stills ifs
If I'm going to die, I want to still be me
mother tragedy stitches
Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.
pieces break millions
What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?
thinking catching-on mad
I do think you're mad and I'll still go with you.