Suzanne Collins Quotes

I'm trying to think of a witty comeback, when Boggs says brusquely, “Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.” I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.

I'd shake his hand, but I think that's what's holding up his pants.

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

I knew I was going to go into the field and make fun of people to their faces. I knew what I was getting into.

Let me show you how it's done... Loser!

Insult is powerful. Insult begets both rage and humor and often at the same time.

When he said we were trying to make a fool of him, I could only murmur that the Creator had beat us to it.

I think it's always funny when somebody thinks you're going to do something super sexy and then you don't.

Go sit down and look pale.

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

The modern world seems to make fun of people in a lot of ways.

My headshot is a scratch and sniff, it smells like failure and onions.

Ridicule is often harder to bear than self-denial.

It's looks like someone slapped you in the face with a fruit roll-up or something!

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands.

Klaus Wulfenbach: Was my son upset? Bangladesh DuPree: Oh, him? Yeah! He's all set to be a hero and rescue her--and then he finds out he'd need fireplace tongs to get her undressed? Yeah, upset is the word.

Don’t feel bad; I regularly reduce people to unintelligible stammers.

I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.

I don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on!" Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. "Rose-leaves?" His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. "But my dear girl, at this season?" "Be quiet, you wretch!" she said, blushing.

After making love I said to my girl, "Was it good for you too?" And she said, "I don't think this was good for anybody."

To sit here at the same table with my hero, George W. Bush...I feel like I'm dreaming. Somebody pinch me. You now what, I'm a pretty sound sleeper, that may not be enough...Somebody shoot me in the face.

It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy

I have a name,” I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder. “Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel,” he said, trying it out in different ways. “No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!” he said in a high falsetto. “It’s Rachel! Run! Hide!

People seem to really enjoy laughing at me.

Ethan Wyeth: I hope you're thirsty." Gideon Wyeth:"Why?" Ethan: "Cause your dumb and ugly, but I can do something about thirsty.