I will never give up if you never give in.

Beauty that arose out of pain.

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.