When I ask Plutarch about his absence, he just shakes his head and says, "He couldnt face it." "Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely," I say. "I think his actual words were 'I couldn't face it without a bottle,'" says Plutarch.

Oh, the fun we two have together.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

Just don't die for me, you won't be doing me any favour !