It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.