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

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? “Don’t have to. He’s already there.

Now he's [Cinna] arranging things around my living room: Clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he's drawn. I pick one up and examine one of the dresses I supposedly created. You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say. Get dressed, you worthless thing.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.