But, even if there aren’t, there’s no Capital. And that’s the main thing for me, isn’t it? Not this district or that. Not student or Peacekeeper. It’s living in a place where they can’t control my life.
She was certainly taking a long time with those potatoes.
People were easy to manipulate when it came to their children. So pleased to see them pleased.
Tell her, that we are so sorry she has to die.
Boots’ courage might only count when she could count, but her ability to love counted all the time.
Nothing like one of Sandwich’s prophecies to put your whole world in perspective.
Pero mejor triste que muerto.
Fresh-baked bread. Onions. Meat.
Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains.” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract, 1762.
If history teaches you anything, it’s how to make the unwilling comply.
What I’d like people to know about Jessup is that he was a good person. He threw his body over mine to protect me when the bombs started going off in the arena. It wasn’t even conscious. He did it reflexively. That’s who he was at heart. A protector. I don’t think he would’ve ever won the Games, because he’d have died trying to protect Lucy Gray.” “Oh, like a dog or something.” Lepidus nodded. “A really good one.” “No, not like a dog. Like a human being,” said Lysistrata.
Everyone had learned to despise waste. It was creeping back into fashion, though. A sign of prosperity, like a decent shirt.
Trust is important. I think it’s more important than love.
Well, all right, I’m bad, but then, you’re no prize either. All right, I’m bad, but then, that’s nothing new. You say you won’t love me, I won’t love you neither. Just let me remind you who I am to you. ‘Cause I am the one who looks out when you’re leaping. I am the one who knows how you were brave. And I am the one who heard what you said sleeping. I’ll take that and more when I go to my grave.
Finally, Plutarch Heavensbee, the Head Gamemaker who had organized the rebels in the Capitol, threw up his hands.
Someday something will kill me, but it won’t be you.
How about we do the old Q-and-A thing?
Where there’s life, there’s hope.
Maybe I’d think that, too, Caesar,” says Peeta bitterly, “if it weren’t for the baby.
It was a lie but people believed it, while no one seemed to believe the truth. Whatever that was.