The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the words coming from his lips. 'What's impressed you most since you arrived here?' I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. Be honest, I think. Be honest.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.