I will never give up if you never give in.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots. Small, bluish tubers that don’t look like much but boiled or baked are as good as any potato. “Katniss,” I said aloud. It’s the plant I was named for. And I heard my father’s voice joking, “As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.

This is no place for a girl on fire.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.