No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.
Stay with me. Always.
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.
Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It’s jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.
The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.
Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. “you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first.” Of course I do. Gale.
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?