I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

You can’t miss your schedule. Every morning, you’re supposed to stick your right arm in this contraption in the wall. It tattoos the smooth inside of your forearm with your schedule for the day in a sickly purple ink. 7:00—Breakfast. 7:30—Kitchen Duties. 8:30—Education Center, Room 17. And so on. The ink is indelible until 22:00—Bathing

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

Just don't die for me, you won't be doing me any favour !

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

it is a perfect weapon

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.