The Mockingjay lives.
We control it,” he said quietly. “If the war’s impossible to end, then we have to control it indefinitely. Just as we do now. With the Peacekeepers occupying the districts, with strict laws, and with reminders of who’s in charge, like the Hunger Games. In any scenario, it’s preferable to have the upper hand, to be the victor rather than the defeated.
For a moment he laughed, forgetting where they were, how depressing the backdrop. For a moment there was just her smile, the musical cadence of her voice, and the hint of flirtation. Then the world exploded.
We’ll get new dreams out there...
I think there’s a natural goodness built into human beings. You know when you’ve stepped across the line into evil, and it’s your life’s challenge to try and stay on the right side of that line.
Over the course of the last five years, the lake’s remarkably unchanged and I’m almost unrecognizable.
Coriolanus could see that Festus was falling for her. Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.
I have to admit I didn’t see it coming. I saw a multitude of other things. Being publicly humiliated, tortured, and executed. Fleeing through the wilderness, pursued by Peacekeepers and hovercraft. Marriage to Peeta with our children forced into the arena. But never that I myself would have to be a player in the Games again.
Please, Coriolanus, I would never forget the favor.
But better off sad than dead.
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.
We’re victors, remember? We’re the ones who can survive anything they throw at us.
The failed experiment, the bird that could repeat human speech, that had been a tool for espionage until the rebels had figured out its abilities and sent it back carrying false information. Now the useless creatures were creating an echo chamber filled with the Avoxes’ pitiful wails.
Winning will make you famous. Losing means certain death.
Watching the bright pages of his picture books – the very ones he’d pored over with his mother – reduced to ashes had never failed to bring him to tears. But better off sad than dead.
Everyone had learned to despise waste. It was creeping back into fashion, though.
Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room.
Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.
Ripred held up his paws in mock surprise. “Oh, dear. Is this where we fight to the death? I didn’t expect it so soon.
There was nothing to do but keep moving forward and make the moments count.