I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

Even though I don't ask, Plutarch gives me cheerful updates on the phone like "Good news, Katniss! I think we've almost got him convinced you're not a mutt!" Or "Today he was allowed to feed himself pudding!

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?