One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

There's always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you'll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I'm dead!" I can hear my voice rising in anger. "But you won't! You'll be living up in some tree eating raw squirrels and picking off people with arrows.

Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.

And once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate my look for the opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who doesn't think nudity is the last word in fashion.

How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.