I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

I have to bite my lip not to screen every foul name I know at the fire starter. What are they thinking? A fire lit just at nightfall would have been one thing. Those who battled at the Cornucopia, with their superior strength and surplus of supplies, they couldn't possibly have been near enough to spot the flames then. But now, when they've probably been combining the woods for hours looking for victims. You might as well be waving a flag and shouting, "Come and get me!"
And here I am a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the Games. Strapped in a tree.

Debe de ser un sistema muy frágil, si un puñado de bayas puede hacer que se derrumbe