In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.
We’re supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.
So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. – Peeta Mellark.
Girl talk. That thing I’ve always been so bad at.
How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?
I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.
I don’t know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.
You call that a kiss?
Well you are a piece of work aren’t you?
Make sure they remember you.
They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic code, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.
The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand.
Five years later I still wake up screaming for? him to run.
I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.
Because I can’t handle the nightmares. Not without you.
He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.
I’m so tired, Katniss.
I just don’t want them to change me, if I’m going to die I still want to be me.