We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

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.

I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.

It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.

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.

Katniss Everdeen, you have caused a spark, wich left unattended, may cause a spark that could cause a whole rebelion