What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

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.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

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

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.