Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.
You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
Stupid people are dangerous.
Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.
I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.”
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.
For there to be betrayal, there would have had to been trust first.
District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety.
Destroying things is much easier than making them.