I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

Greeting to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed," he says. "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

You haven't hurt people—you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.

He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread, is fighting hard to kill me.

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.