The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.
For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.
Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.
Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.
Make sure they remember you.