All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

"Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. "Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

They're betting on how long I'll live!' I burst out. 'They're not my friends!