Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

"People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!” There‘s dead silence on the set. It goes on. And on. Finally, the intercom crackles and Haymitch‘s acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, “And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies."

"Stay with me.Always."

"All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine."

"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real,"he whispers."Real,"I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other."

"An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are."

"Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena."

"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."

"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."

"Knowing it and seeing it are two different things."

"You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real."

"A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it."

"Knowing it and seeing it are two different things."