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

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

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

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.