The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.
What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?
But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.
I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me
Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!
I miss him so badly it hurts.