I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are

It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.

Of course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch?

I vote yes....for Prim.

They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

Ripred sighed. 'I suppose so. You and I seem to end up doing everything. Shall we say four members for each delegation?' 'Why not?' Luxa said. 'Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room.' Ripred laughed. 'You know, I think you an I are going to get on famously.