But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

And it’s all my fault, Gale. Because of what I did in the arena. If I had just killed myself with those berries, none of this would’ve happened. Peeta could have come home and lived, and everyone else would have been safe, too.” “Safe to do what?” he says in a gentler tone. “Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping? You haven’t hurt people – you’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.

Listen up. You're in trouble. Word is the Capitol's furious about you showing them up in the arena. The one thing they can't stand is being laughed at and they're the joke of Panem

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.