But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

— Suzanne Collins

Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . Or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.

— Suzanne Collins

My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.

— Suzanne Collins

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

— Suzanne Collins

What do we do know?(Peeta)I guess we try to forget...(Katniss)I don't want to forget.(Peeta).

— Suzanne Collins

Katniss: I’m coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta: (Gives an unconvincing shake of head.)Caesar: Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?Peeta: Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping.Caesar: She have another fellow?Peeta: I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her.Caesar: So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down, eh?Peeta: I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning… won’t help in my case.Caesar: Why ever not?Peeta: Because… because… she came here with me.Caesar: Oh, that is a piece of bad luck.Peeta: It’s not good.Caesar: Well, I don’t think any of us can blame you. It’d be hard not to fall for that young lady. She didn’t know?Peeta: Not until now.

— Suzanne Collins

But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.'Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

— Suzanne Collins

Stay with me.Always.

— Suzanne Collins

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.

— Suzanne Collins

Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?' I ask.'Oh, not now. Now we're in a sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated,' he says. 'But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss.

— Suzanne Collins