I think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. [...] When I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever.

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

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying