“I could go above ground now and then to gather food and paper, and isn't that enough to live on?”
“I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.”
“I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.”
“The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity drifting lazily above the cotton stalks.”
“Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.”
“He isn't stupid, but his interests are so narrow I doubt I could slip a sheet of paper in between them”