But the significant difference between Thirteen and the Capitol are the expectations of the populace. Thirteen was used to hardship, wheras in the Capitol, all they’ve known is Panem et Circenses. “(Plutrach)
” What’s that?” I recognize Panem, of course, but the rest is nonsense.
“It’s a saying from thousands of years ago, written in a language called Latin about a place called Rome,” he explains. ”Panem et Circenses translates into ‘Bread and Circuses.’ The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.
Tienes tanto encanto como una babosa muerta.
Suzanne CollinsThey recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?
Suzanne CollinsMots clés katniss
Let them come with their night-vision glasses and their heavy, branch-breaking bodies. Right into the range of my arrows.
Suzanne CollinsWhat must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?
Suzanne CollinsFue la primera vez que lo vi sonreír; la sonrisa convertía al chico amenazador en alguien a quien te gustaría conocer...
Suzanne CollinsRecuerda que estamos locamente enamorados, así que puedes besarme cuando quieras..
Suzanne CollinsMe ofrece una sonrisa de una dulzura tan genuina, con el toque justo de timidez, que hace que me sienta muy cerca de él.
Suzanne CollinsCuando me despierto del todo.. me pesa todo el cuerpo, como si me corriese plomo líquido por las venas.
Suzanne CollinsYou know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state it’s just… quite sad.
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