So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

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!

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me