Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

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.

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?