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.

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

I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

The more you can distract yourself, the better.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

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