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People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?

If I'm going to die, I want to still be me

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, 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, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.

I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

Crying is not an option.

Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

It starts at midnight.

Make sure they remember you.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

"I'm not their slave," the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That's why I killed Cato ... and he killed Thresh ... and he killed Clove ... and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol. But I'm tired of being a piece in their Games."

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up

I must have loved you a lot.

If the careers want me, let them find me.

Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun.

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

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

Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the capitol, I am someone of worth. The trouble is, I don't know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.

Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

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 can't argue that Finnick isn't one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet. But I can honestly say he's never been attractive to me. Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.

Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.

The rat was merely trying to sleep. Believe me, pup, if I had wanted to kill you we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” said Ripred.

Tick tock, this is a clock.

Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.

You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

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.

Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

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.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss

Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

It's ideal really. They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise. Now let's go eat an awful lot.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

its not in my nature to go down without a fight even when things seem insurmountable

Fine. I'll train. But I'm going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself." Says Johanna. "Probably best not to bring that up in training," I say. "But it's nice to know I'll have a ride.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

I vote yes....for Prim.

They don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.

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.

One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

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.

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.

Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.

When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.

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.

it is a perfect weapon

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.

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me. "I'm with the Mockingjay," he says.

I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.

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.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

I miss him so badly it hurts.

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

Some walks you have to take alone.

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

Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.

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 think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.

Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.

My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. 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.

The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.

I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You're still angry.” “And you're still not sorry,” I reply. "I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks. “No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

I've asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know about you, Katniss." "But I don't want them to! They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to time in the past!" I say.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? “Don’t have to. He’s already there.

No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.