You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
Destroying things is much easier than making them.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.
Tick, tock.
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you.
Want a sugar cube?” he asks in his old seductive voice.
I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.
Real or not real?