Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.