Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.

I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

Scores only matter if they’re very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones.