Listen up. You're in trouble. Word is the Capitol's furious about you showing them up in the arena. The one thing they can't stand is being laughed at and they're the joke of Panem

So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.

They don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.

Well you are a piece of work aren't you?

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.