If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

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.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!