Quote

Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.

Suzanne Collins

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
Executive Producer
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Hartford
Connecticut
Suzanne Marie Collins
Suzanne Collins
Stylist
Underestimate
Power
Never

More quotes by Suzanne Collins

Image
I must have loved you a lot.
Suzanne Collins
Image
This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.
Suzanne Collins
Image
How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.
Suzanne Collins
Image
He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. Attack! Attack! he yelled.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner
Suzanne Collins
Image
Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Why don't I just pretend I'm on camera, Plutarch? I say. Yes! Perfect. One is always much braver with an audience, he says. Look at the courage Peeta just displayed! It's all I can do not to slap him.
Suzanne Collins
Image
It's meant to be pretty, whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, I think you'd be pretty in any color. The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. Thank you.
Suzanne Collins
Image
So Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?” asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. “I don’t see that it makes that much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.
Suzanne Collins
Image
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
Suzanne Collins
Image
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm, Here the daisies guard you from every harm, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female... I am going back into the arena.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Not like this. He wanted it to be real.
Suzanne Collins
Image
Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.
Suzanne Collins
Image
And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
Suzanne Collins
Image
I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.
Suzanne Collins