“I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand”

“Today I might lose both of them. I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale grey nothingness that is all my future holds.”

“The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, 'Where the hell is my roof?”

“Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?”

“Because to live in a world in which no one is forgiven, where all are irredeemable, is the same as living in hell.”

“Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?”