What do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.

The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.

My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.

If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?