I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

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

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren't responsible for your actions.

Stupid people are dangerous.

That what?" "That I knew i misjudged you. That you love him. I'm not saying In what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently.