Suzanne Collins Quotes

One small ball in the air. I wouldn't believe that at this moment you have to fear the intelligence aspects of this.

The stone that is thrown into the air is none the worse for falling down, and none the better for going up.

Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

Destruction was effected after visitation, for visitation always precedes.

The war begins to make itself felt very near to us.

No matter what era you're looking at - war affects things in so many different ways.

Everyone wants to see collisions, so I'm ready to give some.

I like to throw bombs.

Every time you accelerate - say by jumping up and down - you're generating gravitational waves.

You throw a rock in the water, and ripples spread out slowly. But they do go far.

Even a beautiful piece of work can be overshadowed, destroyed, by something else.

Is the scraping off of a barnacle the destruction of a ship?

When torrential water tosses boulders, it is because of its momentum. When the strike of a hawk breaks the body of its prey, it is because of timing.

It can't help but knock things down.

He whipped the chair around and actually split one of the things in half with the impact, spilling the spray of blood that was reflective, like mercury. John bellowed, "Anyone else want to donate blood to chair-ity?" He ducked into the the door and bashed one monster right in the wig, screaming, "There's some dessert! With a chair-y on top!

Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!" Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.

This car is more fun than the entire French air force crashing into a firework factory.

A spark is a molecule of matter, yet may it kindle the world; vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. Despise not thou small things, either for evil or for good; for a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.

Maxims in times of danger are useless, experience is incommunicable. The knotted strands of life, desire, assumptions, and moral codes cannot be unsnarled; they can only be cut, which is what happens when an air raid occurs, with a silencing fortissimo like the finale of a Beethoven symphony.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.

We may stop ourselves when going up, never when coming down.