But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.
Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.
Fine. I'll train. But I'm going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself." Says Johanna. "Probably best not to bring that up in training," I say. "But it's nice to know I'll have a ride.
"I'm not their slave," the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That's why I killed Cato ... and he killed Thresh ... and he killed Clove ... and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol. But I'm tired of being a piece in their Games."
The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
it is a perfect weapon
Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.
The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the capitol, I am someone of worth. The trouble is, I don't know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.
Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.
I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.
Courage only counts when you can count.
Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.
You want a piece of advice?" said Ripred. "Don't bother. I know what you'll say. The whole thing's stupid," said Gregor. "Quite the contrary. I was going to say that life is short. There are only a few good things in it, really. Don't pretend that one isn't happening." said Ripred.
Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.
Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.
Yes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakers' faces. They'd have failed the Capitol. Might possibly even be executed, slowly and painfully, while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country.
Crying is not an option.
I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.
The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.
By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.
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