Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant

Flight is essential, but I can't let my fear show.

I feel like I owe him something, and I hate owing people. Maybe if I had thanked him at some point, I'd be feeling less conflicted now. I thought about it a couple of times, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself. And now it never will. Because we're going to be thrown into an arena to fight to the death. 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.

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.