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“Двамата с Пийта се сближаваме. Все още има моменти, когато той стиска здраво облегалката на някой стол и не я пуска, докато бързо мяркащите се спомени приключат. Аз се будя с писъци от кошмари за мутове и загинали деца. Но ръцете му са там, за да ме утешат. А накрая — и устните му. В нощта, когато изпитвам отново онова усещане — гладът, който ме завладя на брега, — разбирам, че това така или иначе щеше да се случи. Че за да оцелея, ми е нужен не огънят на Гейл, разпален с ярост и омраза. Самата аз имам огън в изобилие. Нужно ми е глухарчето през пролетта. Яркожълтият цвят, който означава възраждане, а не унищожение. Обещанието, че животът може да продължи, независимо колко тежки са нашите загуби. Че може отново да бъде хубаво. И само Пийта може да ми даде това.”

PeetaKatnissGaleSuzanne Collins
Book:Mockingjay
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“Ще им кажа как оцелявам. Ще им кажа, че в лошите сутрини ми се струва невъзможно да се насладя на каквото и да било, защото се страхувам, че може да ми бъде отнето. Именно тогава съставям мислено списък на всяко добро дело, което съм видяла някой да извършва. Това е като игра. Все едно и също. Дори малко досадно след повече от двайсет години. Но има и много по-страшни игри.”

EndKatnissSuzanne Collins
Book:Mockingjay
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“Оказва се, че въпросът, който ме разяжда от толкова време, винаги е имал само един възможен отговор. Но ми беше нужна безумната постъпка на Пийта, за да се сетя какъв е. Какво ще направя аз? Поемам си дълбоко въздух. Повдигам леко ръце — сякаш си спомням черно-белите криле, които ми подари Цина — а после ги отпускам край тялото си. — Аз ще бъда Сойката-присмехулка.”

KatnissSuzanne Collins
Book:Mockingjay
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“Приближавам се към камерата, обзета от ярост: — Президентът Сноу казва, че ни изпраща послание? Е, и аз имам едно за него: можете да ни измъчвате и да ни бомбардирате, и да сринете нашите окръзи до основи, но виждате ли това? — Една от камерите ни следва, докато соча към ховъркрафтите, които горят на покрива на склада отсреща. Гербът на Капитола върху едно крило проблясва ясно през пламъците. — Огънят се разпростира! — Сега крещя, защото искам той да чуе всяка дума. — И ако изгорим, и вие ще изгорите с нас! Последните ми думи увисват във въздуха. Имам чувството, че времето е спряло, а аз се издигам в облак от горещина, излъчвана не от пожара, а дълбоко вътре от мен.”

SnowKatnissSuzanne Collins
Book:Mockingjay
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“Първо зървам русата плитка, която се спуска по гърба й. После, когато смъква палтото си, за да покрие едно стенещо дете, забелязвам патешката опашка, образувана от неприбраната й блуза. Реагирам по същия начин, както в деня, когато Ефи Тринкет изтегли името й по време на Жътвата. Изглежда съм се пуснала, защото осъзнавам, че съм в основата на пилона и не си спомням станалото през последните няколко секунди. После разбутвам тълпата, точно както направих предишния път. Опитвам се да изкрещя името й достатъчно силно, за да надвикам глъчката. Вече съм почти там, почти до барикадата, когато тя сякаш ме чува. Защото само за миг тя ме зърва, устните й оформят името ми. И точно тогава избухват и другите парашути.”

KatnissSuzanne CollinsPrim
Book:Mockingjay
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“By late afternoon I lie with my head in Peeta’s lap making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair claiming he is practicing knots. After awhile his hands go still. “What?” I ask. “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says. Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I’m so relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay,” I say. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it.”

Catching FireSuzanne Collins
Book:Catching Fire
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“I’m about to haul my packs into a tree to make camp when a silver parachute floats down and lands in front of me. A gift form a sponsor. But why now? I’ve been in fairly good shape with supplies. Maybe Haymitch’s noticed my despondency and is trying to cheer me up a bit. Or could it be something to help my ear? I open the parachute and find a small loaf of bread. It’s not the fine white of the Capitol stuff. It’s made of dark ration grain and shaped in a crescent. Sprinkled with seeds. I flashback to Peeta’s lesson on the various district breads in the Training Center. This bread came from District 11. I cautiously lift the still warm loaf. What must it have cost the people of District 11 who can’t even feed themselves? How many would’ve had to do without to scrape up a coin to put in the collection for this one loaf? It had been meant for Rue, surely. But instead of pulling the gift when she died, they’d authorized Haymitch to give it to me. As a thank-you? Or because, like me, they don’t like to let debts go unpaid? For whatever reason, this is a first. A district gift to a tribute who’s not your own. I lift my face and step into the last falling rays of sunlight. “My thanks to the people of District Eleven,” I say. I want them to know I know where it came from. That the full value of the gift has been recognized.”

Hunger GamesSuzanne Collins
Book:The Hunger Games
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“Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man They say murdered three. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out For his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, So we'd both be free. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of hope, Side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, So we'd both be free. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man They say murdered three. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out For his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree”

Suzanne CollinsThe Hanging TreeMonkingjay
Book:Mockingjay
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“I have to bite my lip not to screen every foul name I know at the fire starter. What are they thinking? A fire lit just at nightfall would have been one thing. Those who battled at the Cornucopia, with their superior strength and surplus of supplies, they couldn't possibly have been near enough to spot the flames then. But now, when they've probably been combining the woods for hours looking for victims. You might as well be waving a flag and shouting, "Come and get me!" And here I am a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the Games. Strapped in a tree.”

Katniss EverdeenHunger GamesSuzanne Collins
Book:The Hunger Games
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“Looking at Prim's face, it's hard to imagine she's the same frail little girl I left behind on reapimg day nine months ago. The combination of that ordeal and all that has followed - the cruelty in the district, the parade of sick and wounded that she often treates herself now if my mother's hands are too full - these things have aged her years. She's grown quite a bit, too; we're practically the same height now, but that isn't what makes her seem so much older.”

Quotes About LifeSuzanne CollinsQuotes About RealityQuotes About Sisters
Book:Catching Fire
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“Suddenly I know just what I’m going to do. Something that will blow anything Peeta did right out of the water. I go over to the knot-tying station and get a length of rope. I start to manipulate it, but it’s hard because I’ve never made this actual knot myself. I’ve only watched Finnick’s clever fingers, and they moved so fast. After about ten minutes, I’ve come up with a respectable noose. I drag one of the target dummies out into the middle of the room and, using some chinning bars, hang it so it dangles by the neck. Tying its hands behind its back would be a nice touch, but I think I might be running out of time. I hurry over to the camouflage station, where some of the other tributes, undoubtedly the morphlings, have made a colossal mess. But I find a partial container of bloodred berry juice that will serve my needs. The flesh-colored fabric of the dummy’s skin makes a good, absorbent canvas. I carefully finger paint the words on its body, concealing them from view. Then I step away quickly to watch the reaction on the Gamemakers’ faces as they read the name on the dummy. *SENECA CRANE.*”

Catching FireKatniss EverdeenSuzanne CollinsThg
Book:Catching Fire
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“Tiny, searing stabs. Wherever the droplets of mist touch my skin. "Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!" Finnick snaps awake instantly, rising to counter an enemy. But when he sees the wall of fog, he tosses a still-sleeping Mags onto his back and takes off. Peeta is on his feet but not as alert. I grab his arm and begin to propel him through the jungle after Finnick.”

Catching FireSuzanne CollinsThe Hunger Games Trilogy
Book:Catching Fire
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