Suzanne Collins: Frasi in inglese (pagina 19)

“What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.”

“Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.”

“No wonder I won the games. No decent person ever does.”

“See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings… even the birds stop to listen.”

“We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.”

“What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?”

“If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up”

“But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.”

“I'm running on hate.”

“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.”

“You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.”

“One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.”

“I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.”

“We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly.

"What?" I ask.

"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale.

I don't know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous.”

“How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.”

“the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.”

“for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts.”

“As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.”

“Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch it.”