It’s a lot easier to lose your head than to keep it.
Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like. Snow thought the Hunger Games were an efficient means of control. Coin thought the parachutes would expedite the war. But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.
At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me.
What young brains lack in experience they sometimes make up for in idealism. Nothing seems impossible to them.
Yes, she laid down her life taunting her tribute with a sandwich, thought Coriolanus. Maybe her gravestone could read, “Casualty of cheap laughs.
There is a point to everything or nothing at all, depending on your worldview.
Before need, before love, came trust.
Any rats around?” asked Gregor. “Just the one on my back,” said Ares.
An immersion into greenery and sunlight will surely help me sort out my thoughts.
The Capitol has no end of creative ways to kill people. I imagine these things and I’m terrified, but let’s face it: They’ve been lurking in the back of my brain, anyway. I’ve been a tribute in the Games. Been threatened by the president. Taken a lash across my face. I’m already a target.
It is widely believed that the snails did not even know they overthrew the shiners, so nonexistent was the resistance,” said Howard.
It goes on and on and on and eventually completely consumes my mind, blocking out memories and hopes of tomorrow, erasing everything but the present, which I begin to believe will never change. There.
We’re going to form a republic where the people of each district and the Capitol can elect their own representatives to be their voice in a centralized government. Don’t look so suspicious; it’s worked before.
A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.
DL: I am now trying to summon an alternate universe where the Mockingjay is named Swamp Potato Everdeen.
I want to go,” I break in. “I’m no help to the rebels here.” “And if you’re killed?” asks Coin. “Make sure you get some footage.
We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for our survival.
Smells like home.
A pod’s activated ahead of us, releasing a gush of steam that parboils everyone in its path, leaving the victims intestine-pink and very dead.
Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.