Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

It's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back.

I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her