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.

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

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

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

But Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "They’re just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,” I said, But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.