Collins Quotes

“Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other."
He's right. We did.
The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.”
― Suzanne Collins

“I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my
meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me.
Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair
of lips.”
― Suzanne Collins

“I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“Is there any wilderness of sand in the deserts of Arabia, is there any prospect of desolation among the ruins of Palestine, which can rival the repelling effect on the eye, and the depressing influence on the mind, of an English country town in the first stage of its existence, and in the transition state of its prosperity?”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“I do not think anyone can read the letters which passed between Clarke and [Anthony] Collins without admitting that Collins, who writes with wonderful Power and closeness of reasoning, has by far the best of the argument, so far as the possible materiality of the soul goes; and that in this battle the Goliath of Freethinking overcame the champion of what was considered orthodoxy.”
― Thomas Henry Huxley

“What the Sand gets, the Sand keeps forever.
Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone”
― Elly Griffiths, The Crossing Places

“Curiouser and curiouser,' said Nicholas.

'Creepier and creepier,' corrected Collins.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Hey, Nicholas?' Collins said in the mirror.

'Hey, Collins?'

'It's fucking creepy when you smile to yourself like that.'

Nicholas smiled wider.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“If this is the book I think it is... I'm relatively certain it's human.'

A hot, sour feeling rose in the back of Esther's throat. 'What do you mean, human?'

'I mean the thread looks like it could be a combination of hair and sinew. The glue is likely rendered collagen.' He pinched the cover between thumb and forefinger. 'The leather's probably human skin.'

'Okay,' Collins said, 'great, well, if you need me, I'll be outside screaming.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Are they organised?' Nicholas called to her. 'What's your system?'

'Right now they're grouped by how many estimated uses they have left,' Joanna said, glancing away from Collins. 'I reorganise them a lot, though, just for fun.'

She was aware, too late, how extremely un-fun this made her sound, but Collins saw her face and said, 'Don't worry, Nicholas is no fun, either.'

'Well, I haven't been given much of a chance, have I?' Nicholas said, carefully putting the book back in place. 'For all we know, I might be absolutely amazing at karaoke.'

'Karaoke's fun people who suck at dancing.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Good-looking blue-eyed men were usually the least trustworthy of anyone- how many times had she read of a villain with "icy blue eyes"? But Collins's eyes weren't icy at all. They were homey, soft, an old-denim blue like a pair of perfectly worn-in jeans, and they were focused on her now, full of hope. She found she didn't want to say no to him.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Are you and him...'

'Nah,' said Collins, and glanced at her sidelong. 'I, um, I prefer... long hair.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Romance novels are about connection. About people who connect with one another against the odds- despite their differences, their flaws, their secrets. In a romance novel you never have to worry, you know everything will end happily.'

'Unlike real life,' Collins said. 'In real life you have to worry.'

'Exactly. That's why I used to prefer novels.'

'Used to?'

'Now I'm not so sure.'

He tilted his head. 'I've spent the last six months under a silencing spell that basically ruled out any chance I had of connecting with another person,' he said. 'Take it from me. The real thing is worth all the worry in the world.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe