My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

Tick tock, this is a clock.

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

Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair

Whatever it takes to break you.