Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy.

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

Tuck in your tail, little duck.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Aim higher in case you fall short.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.