As I descend the stairs, I canโt help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful. Even in the Capitol, thereโs nothing to match the magnificence of this old building. But there is no give to the surface - only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.
Suzanne CollinsI begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.
Suzanne Collins