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 is different. Wrinkles aren't desirable. A round belly isn't a sign of success.
Crying is not an option.
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
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.
But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?
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.
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
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.
I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.
How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
Courage only counts when you can count.
Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.
If the careers want me, let them find me.
Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.
Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.
Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.
One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.
I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me
I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.
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.
Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.
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.
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