Quotes & Sayings About Finnick Odair

Katniss, got that spile? Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality. — Suzanne Collins

Why...do you find this...distracting? — Suzanne Collins

What did Finnick Odair want?" he asks.
I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.
Peeta laughs. "Ugh. Not really."
"Really," I say. "I'll tell you more when my skin stops crawling. — Suzanne Collins

I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. — Suzanne Collins

Lucky thing were allies, right?
-Finnick Odair — Suzanne Collins

Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair, — Suzanne Collins

Want a sugar cube? [ ... ] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I ... well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [ ... ] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses? — Suzanne Collins

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. — Suzanne Collins

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. — Suzanne Collins

I'm left with Haymitch in the rubble, wondering if Finnick's fate would have one day been mine. Why not? Snow could have gotten a really good price for the girl on fire. — Suzanne Collins

Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-fifth Hunger Games when he was only fourteen, he's still one of the youngest victors. Being from District 4, he was a Career, so the odds were already in his favour, but what no trainer could claim to have given him was his extraordinary beauty. Tall, athletic, with golden skin and bronze-coloured hair and those incredible eyes. — Suzanne Collins

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best. — Suzanne Collins