And we must fight back! President Snow says he's sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that? Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

He frosted under heavy guard.