But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

Something keeps me moving forward, though. A lifetime of watching the Hunger Games lets me know that certain areas of the arena are rigged for certain attacks. And that if I can just get away from this section, I might be able to move out of reach of the launchers. I might also then fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can't worry about that now.

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.

The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.