Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.

‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee