What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

aren't they the very reason I have to try to fight? Because what has been done to them is so wrong, so beyond justification, so evil that there is no choice? Because no one has the right to treat them as they have been treated?

Tick tock, this is a clock.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?” says Caesar encouragingly. “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta. “Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me.