I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.
Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!
You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta. If he does, he won't have any way to hurt you." "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. "Whatever it takes to break you.
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.