Katniss, the girl who was on fire!
And so I’m stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.
Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.
But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.
Oh, the fun we two have together.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.
It’s ideal really. They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise. Now let’s go eat an awful lot.
Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
Flight is essential, but I can’t let my fear show.
Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.
I had to do that. At least once.
Courage only counts when you can count.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
I knew it. In this way, Peeta’s not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel.
That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I’m free to act as desperately as I wish.