Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all about where they were or what they were doing or how they felt when a specific event occurred. . . . Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up