They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

If you appeal to the crowd, either by being humorous or brutal or eccentric, you gain favor.

By the way, I know about the kiss." Then the door clicks shut behind him.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.