We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

Some walks you have to take alone.