But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.

It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.