I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.

We could do it, you know.

That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.

What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.