I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.
Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
Don't let him take you from me.
Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,” I say. “So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?” “Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.