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.
But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay’s wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She’s not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?
Im still betting on you. – Cinna.
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
Crying is not an option.
Smiling is mostly about smiling more.
I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.
I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.
One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.
Remember, heads high. Smiles. They’re going to love you!
Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I’m standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?