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ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.
Katniss Everdeen, you have caused a spark, wich left unattended, may cause a spark that could cause a whole rebelion
Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.
I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.
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.
If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.
That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.
The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.
turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine
If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?
Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off. Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252)
My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.
Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.
But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.
I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark
But in my head I can hear Haymitch's smug, if slightly exasperated, words: "Yes, that's what I'm looking for, sweetheart.
I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.
Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.
Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!
Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!
They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm.
Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.
My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.
Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.
Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.
I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply
So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?
He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.
Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?
There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.
Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first." Of course I do. Gale.
Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?
Don't want that, do they?” She throws back her head and shouts, “Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn't want anything like that!
I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.
Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.
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.
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!
I wrote 'The Hunger Games' in a chair, like a La-Z-Boy chair, next to my bed. I had an office, but my kids sort of took it over.
I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.
I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.
They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.
I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen
That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.
I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are
I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.
Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate