His dad said even the cavemen had geniuses among them. Somebody had thought up the wheel.

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

I think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best." Well, there's no good response to that. I can hardly dispute it since I was walking around with a syringe to kill Peeta when I found them. Do I really want him dead? What I want...what I want is to have him back.

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.