Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

Make sure they remember you.

The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can’t suppress my excitement. Cinna has given me a great advantage. No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.