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“Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“I know that every year for my birthday, I will get a new pair of tributes, one girl and one boy, to mentor to their deaths. Another sunrise on the reaping.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I know one thing, though: The Capitol can never take Lenore Dove from me again. They never really did in the first place. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping, and she is the most precious thing I鈥檝e ever known.
When I tell her that, she always says, 鈥淚 love you like all-fire.鈥�
And I reply, 鈥淚 love you like all-fire, too.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“But she was smarter than me, or luckier. She's the one who finally kept that sun from rising.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Don't let them paint their posters with your blood. Not if you can help it.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I love you like all-fire, too. You and no one else. Just like my geese, I mate for life. And then some. Forever.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Newcomers land on top.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“No one but me will paint this poster.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I think he believes you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar," I respond.
Snow snorts. "Ah, the homey aphorisms of District Twelve are alive and well.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“The arena's just a machine really. A killing machine. It's possible to outsmart it.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“It'd be like we did it together. Painted a poster that no one could ignore.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“But how will she ever know that was only a teaspoon of trouble in my river of wrong?”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“A dead mockingjay chick, eyes still bright, feathers blue-black in the sunlight, clawed feet empty, on a bed of moss. Lenore Dove stroked its plumage with her fingertip. "Poor baby . . . poor little bird . . . who will sing your songs now?”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I run my finger over the fine metalwork of the feathered neck. "I wouldn't want to ruin it."
"You won't. That's what it's made for." She touches the snake's head, then the bird's, in turn. "It takes a lot to break these two. They're survivors.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“This room is Lenore Dove's dream come true. A world of words to wrap herself up in. Each book's as precious as a person, she says, as it preserves someone's thoughts and feelings long after they're gone.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I am completely in Snow's power and his to manipulate. His puppet. His pawn. His plaything. It is his poster I am painting.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“You can鈥檛 count on things happening tomorrow just because they happened in the past. It鈥檚 faulty logic.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Finally Haymitch breaks the silence. "So we're all heading off into the great unknown, are we?" he asks me.

"No," I say. "Not any more."

"Worked through the flaws in that plan, did you, sweetheart?" he asks. "Any new ideas?"

"I want to start an uprising," I say.

Haymitch just laughs. It's not even a mean laugh, which is more troubling. It shows he can't even take me seriously. "Well, I want a drink. You let me know how that works out for you, though," he says.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“We cross the room, but in the doorway, Haymitch's voice stops us. "Katniss, when you're in the arena," he begins. Then he pauses. He's scowling in a way that suggests I've already disappointed him.

"What?" I ask defensively.

"You just remember who the enemy is," Haymitch tells me. "That's all. Now go on. Get out of here.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do, especially if the target is unprepared. I lunge across the table and rake mine down Haymitch's face, causing blood to flow and damage to one eye. Then we are both screaming terrible, terrible things at each other, and Finnick is trying to drag me out, and I know it's all Haymitch can do not to rip me apart, but I'm the mockingjay. I'm the mockingjay and it's too hard keeping me alive as it is.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“He is just a man, as human as the rest of us.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Mamaw used to say you never really knew who'd swim in a flood.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“The shards of my heart shift and drive into my lungs, making breathing an agony.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Even in my head, my language becomes dull and flat, stripped of the color and music of yesterday.”
― Suzanne Collins

“Snow's gift has reminded us of our frailty and the fuitility of opposing him.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“I try to negotiate a few extra minutes floating in the tub so I can work out how I might come across as a rascal, but all I can think about is stealing nuts.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“No one depends on Lenore Dove for their livelihood. She can run as wild as the wind.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Like in one of your songs, my ghost will hunt down your ghost and never give it a moment鈥檚 rest.鈥�
鈥淧romise?鈥� She sounds a little more hopeful. 鈥淏ecause if I could count on that, I think I could bear it. But what I can鈥檛 bear is聽.聽.聽. what if we鈥檙e never together again?鈥�
鈥淲e will be together always,鈥� I say with conviction. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know how, and I don鈥檛 know where, I don鈥檛 know anything, but I feel that in my heart. You and me, we will find each other, as many times as it takes.鈥�
鈥淵ou think?鈥�
鈥淚 do. But not if you do something stupid like getting yourself killed on purpose. I feel like that could throw the whole thing out of whack. You stay alive, play your songs, love your people, live the best life you can. And I鈥檒l be there in the Meadow waiting for you. It鈥檚 a promise. Okay?鈥�
鈥淥kay,鈥� she whispers. 鈥淚鈥檒l try. That鈥檚 my promise back.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping