This place is packed with beautiful hipsters. While the Coney Island bombast radiated sincerity, everything here seems more ironic. When someone in the crowd ironically chants, ‘USA!’ someone else ironically chants back, ‘Mother Russia.

I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

Because…because…she came here with me.

You call that a kiss?

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

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

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

Why…do you find this…distracting?

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. […] When I fully awaken, I’m momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but...

I know we promised Haymitch, we’d do exactly what they said, but I don’t think he considered this angle.’ ‘Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn’t he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?’ says...

the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

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.

Apparently our portmanteau is trending on Twitter.” He let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I didn’t even know what a portmanteau was before Jukebox Hero. It’s a mashup of our names, like Brangelina or Robsten. No...

I’m okay once I realize you’re here.