"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it... And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared

No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.

Whatever it takes to break you.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.