In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.
He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.
Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.
Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.
Does everyone look younger asleep?
Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.
No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me.
As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.
To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Prim, wh...
the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when it's morning again, they'll wash away Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams...
Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.
Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that ...
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
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 a...
