I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

At least, you two have decent manners," says Effie as we're finishing the main course. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion." ... My mother taught Prim and me to eat properly, so yes, I can handle a fork and knife. But I hate Effie Trinket's comment so much I make a point of eating the rest of my meal with my fingers. Then I wipe my hands on the tablecloth. This makes her purse her lips tightly together.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.

there's plenty of blame to go around.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.