Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.

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

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would’ve thought she’d murdered someone from the looks she got.

You're hideous, you know that, right?