If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.” “The way I always felt wrong kissing him because of you,” I say. Gale holds my gaze. “If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.

Aim higher in case you fall short.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."