Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?
I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.
Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.
Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.
They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!
I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
How are you managing? And don't say you're fine." It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.
People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.
Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.
When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
It's just me and the Bane. And I'm fighting him because he killed all of those innocent mice and people, and I have to stop him. Not because Sandwich says so but because I say so.
In District 12, looking old is something of an achievement since so many people die early. You see an elderly person, you want to congratulate them on their longevity, ask the secret of survival. A plump person is envied because they aren't scraping by like the majority of us. But here is different. Wrinkles aren't desirable. A round belly isn't a sign of success.
By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.
I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “Katniss…he’s still trying to keep you alive.” To keep me alive? And then I understand. The Games are still on.
No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.
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!
it is a perfect weapon
Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.
Unfortunately, I can't seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that," says Effie grimly. "But don't worry, I'll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary." Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: