If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

This is no place for a girl on fire.

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.