“But what good is yelling about the Capitol in the middle of the woods? It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make things fair. It doesn't fill our stomachs. In fact it scares off nearby game.”

“Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.”

“If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?”

“Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.”

“Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....”

“We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.”

“Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.”