They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.

Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.