And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.

Ripred sighed. 'I suppose so. You and I seem to end up doing everything. Shall we say four members for each delegation?' 'Why not?' Luxa said. 'Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room.' Ripred laughed. 'You know, I think you an I are going to get on famously.

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