For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

I've spent so much time making sure I don't underestimate my opponents that I've forgotten it's just as dangerous to overestimate them as well.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all about where they were or what they were doing or how they felt when a specific event occurred. . . . Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena

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.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.