Suzanne Collins Quotes

I associate my motion picture career more with being unhappy and scared, or being under the gun, than with anything pleasant.

The best-case scenario is that the glass shatters in my face! How do you think that makes me feel?

I've got to say that is - the highest emotion of the human experience is going down in a plane knowing your going to die!

I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere.

I was under so much pressure. I often felt scared.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

I would wake up in Moscow or somewhere else, my heart beating fast, feeling bitter and helpless.

I shudder when relating it.

With The Omen, I really felt I wasn't in control. It was panic.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

You know what it's like to feel anxious - it's horrible feeling anxious. It's stressful having that feeling, having butterflies in your stomach, even for a day, and you don't sleep at night.

When you are desperate, it's usually because of fear.

Panic is a horrible thing.

Oh my God. My God. It’s all over.

Staring down the barrel of a gun is the scariest thing you could ever experience. It's not funny. It's not for the movies.

There's, like, a dark needle or a nail that lives at the back of all of our heads, and that's your fear.

True it is that each of us has only one life - but how many of us 'die a thousand deaths' in fear and nervousness!

I'm suffering from the worst anxiety. I wake up reeling from panic at 4 A.M.

The fear's as bad as falling.

Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; 'tis the dread of death— We die whene'er we think of it!

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time and to distract her from the situation she was in, the fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her.

I remember being in intensive care, looking at the clock and thinking 'don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep'. I can laugh about it now but I was petrified.