Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?
It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
I killed you. And you. And you.
Because it doesn’t matter anymore, and because I’m so desperately lonely I can’t stand it.
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.
Something inside me shuts down and I’m too numb to feel anything. It’s like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.
What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?
Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.
Actually, Katniss isn’t complaining because she has no intention of staying with the “Star Squad,” but she recognizes the necessity of getting to the Capitol before carrying out any plan.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
The awful thing is that if i can forget they’re people, it will be no different at all.
There was no discussion between them; it was as if the bugs had worked out this whole scenario long ago. Temp put on a burst of speed for the end of the bridge, and Tick turned to face down the army of rats alone.
Okay, listen to me, you’re stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that’s all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.
Tuck in your tail, little duck.
They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.
Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy.
Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.
Better not to give in to it.
If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.