They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future.