You can’t take my wealth, ‘Cause it’s just a rumor. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.
No, sir, Nothing you can take from me is worth dirt. Take it, ’cause I’d give it free. It won’t hurt. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping!
I almost fall out of the tree.
To imagine that on either side we lack intelligence, strength, or courage would be a mistake.” “But surely, you’re not comparing our children to theirs?” asked Lucky. “One look tells you ours are a superior breed.” “One look tells you ours have had more food, nicer clothing, and better dental care,” said Dean Highbottom. “Assuming anything more, a physical, mental, or especially a moral superiority, would be a mistake.
It suggested a tale that could only end in tragedy. Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate. A revenge story turned in on itself. A war saga that took no prisoners.
But surely, you’re not comparing our children to theirs?” asked Lucky. “One look tells you ours are a superior breed.” “One look tells you ours have had more food, nicer clothing, and better dental care,” said Dean Highbottom. “Assuming anything more, a physical, mental, or especially a moral superiority, would be a mistake. That sort of hubris almost finished us off in the war.
We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt.
Where are you, Cato?
You know how to kill.” “Not people,” I say. “How different can it be, really?” says Gale grimly.
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.
Gregor bluntly. “As our guest, I hope,” replied Vikus. “Although Queen Luxa has no doubt ordered.
Finnick sloshes some cream in my cup and reaches into the sugar bowl. “Want a sugar cube?” he asks in his old seductive voice. That’s how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies.
Well, don’t step on me.” I jump back. His voice was right under my feet. Still there’s nothing. Then his eyes open, unmistakably blue in the brown mud and green leaves. I gasp and am rewarded with a hint of white teeth as he laughs. It’s the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.
Perhaps the people of District Twelve are not quite so bad as you paint them.
Games to make fresh the memory of those killed by the districts’ rebellion.
As we ride the elevator, Gale finally says, “You’re still angry.” “And you’re still not sorry,” I reply. “I still stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks. “No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him. But this just makes him laugh. I have to let it go. There’s no point in trying to dictate what Gale thinks. Which, if I’m honest, is one reason I trust him.
I was showing off my new knot-tying skills, and he somehow ended up at the end of the noose.
Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.” Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn’t answer.
They do surgery in the Capitol, to make people appear younger and thinner. In District 12, looking old is something of an achievement since so many people die early. You see an elderly person, you want to congratulate them on their longevity, ask the secret of survival. A plump person is envied because they aren’t scraping by like the majority of us. But here it is different. Wrinkles aren’t desirable. A round belly isn’t a sign of success.
Once it’s in the soup, I’ll call it beef,” Greasy Sae says with a wink.