You haven’t hurt people – you’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.
How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone’s throw from the biggest idiot in the games.
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.
I think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.
When I was young, I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger for several years.
I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.
I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen.
If I’m going to die, I want to still be me.
It’s the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.
I have two older sisters and one older brother and hold them largely responsible for the trouble I got into growing up. I believe as the youngest child, that is my right.
And, my God, the actors. The cast, led by the extraordinary Jennifer Lawrence, is absolutely wonderful across the board. It’s such a pleasure to see how they’ve embodied the characters and brought them to life.
It’s amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.
I’m not a very fancy person. I’ve been a writer a long time, and right now ‘The Hunger Games’ is getting a lot of focus. It’ll pass. The focus will be on something else. It’ll shift. It always does. And that seems just fine.
I don’t write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.
Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside of me.
I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.