Suzanne Collins Quotes About Skins

Quotes about: Skins

• He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

  Suzanne Collins

  Moving, Love You, Eye

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.96, Scholastic Inc.

• I go to the saltwater and wash off the blood, trying to decide which I hate more, pain or itching. Fed up, I stomp back onto the beach, turn my face upward and snap, "Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin." It's almost funny how quickly the parachute appears above me. I reach up and the tube lands squarely in my open hand. "About time" I say, but I can't keep the scowl on my face. Haymitch. What I wouldn't give for five minutes of conversation with him.

  Suzanne Collins

  Beach, Pain, Hate

• She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can see is the woman who sat by, blank and unreachable, while her children turned to skin and bones. I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

  Suzanne Collins

  Children, Father, Home

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.10, Scholastic Inc.

• But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. “You're green. Are you sick?” “It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,” I say. “It's meant to be pretty,” whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, “I think you'd be pretty in any color.

  Suzanne Collins

  Fashion, Thinking, Color

• Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words aren’t for me. “With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby’s skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.

  Suzanne Collins

  Baby, Spring, Home

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)”, p.312, Scholastic Inc.

• Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate

  Suzanne Collins

  Fate, Skins, Body

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “The Underland Chronicles #3: Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods”, p.24, Scholastic Inc.

• Then it’s just Venia, whose skin is so pale her tattoos appear to be leaping off it. Almost rigid with determination, she does my hair and nails and makeup, fingers flying swiftly to compensate for her absent teammates. The whole time, she avoids my gaze. It’s only when Cinna shows up to approve me and dismiss her that she takes my hands, looks me straight in the eye, and says, “We would all like you to know what a…privilege it has been to make you look your best.” Then she hastens from the room.

  Suzanne Collins

  Tattoo, Determination, Eye

  Suzanne Collins (2011). “The Hunger Games Trilogy”, p.800, Scholastic Inc.

• Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.

  Suzanne Collins

  Team, Hair, Skins

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.59, Scholastic Inc.

• When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta. Happiness, of course, is a complete absurdity at this point, since at the rate things are going, I'll be dead in a day. And that's the best-case scenario, if I'm able to eliminate the rest of the field, including myself, and get Peeta crowned as the winner of the Quarter Quell. Still, the sensation's so unexpected and sweet I cling to it, if only for a few moments. Before the gritty sand, the hot sun, and my itching skin demand a return to reality.

  Suzanne Collins

  Sweet, Reality, Feelings

  Suzanne Collins (2013). “The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy”, p.497, Scholastic UK

• The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

  Suzanne Collins

  Skins, Bread, Heat

  Suzanne Collins (2009). “The Hunger Games”, p.31, Scholastic Inc.

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