“And then, little by little, the reality of what I had just done sank in: I had just killed my boyfriend’s dad!”

“It may just be a little sentence from the little girl, but what matters is that she had done it; why can't I?”

“I stood surrounded by everything, but in reality, i had very little.”

“Perhaps it's called the end of the world because it's the end of the games, because I can go to one of the villages and become one of the little boys working and playing there, with nothing to kill and nothing to kill me, just living there. As he thought of it, though, he could not imagine what "just living" might actually be. He had never done it in his life. But he wanted to do it anyway.”

“All of a sudden, he began to laugh. Had I said something funny? Had he? How long had I been spacing out for, slowly growing conscious that my fate was in the hands of a group of college kids who'd kill me off just for a laugh. Little did they realize that I was organizing a revolt.”

“I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.”