And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

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

Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?” I ask.”Oh, not now. Now we’re in a sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated,” he says. “But collective thinking is usually...

How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.

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

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

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...

What have the nibblers ever done for you?”The breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it back from her face, giving him a clear shot of her eyes. They were asking for an answer. Needing to know...

After all, suicide is contagious.

Our lives aren’t just measured in years. They’re measured in the lives of people we touch around us

You love me. Real or not real?”I tell him, “Real.