Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.
the evil thing is inside, not out.
So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark
I'm not good at talking about myself.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.