“People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.”

“If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?""Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive.""Mockingjays do.”

“What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly—as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me—then come to rest at my sides. “I’m going to be the Mockingjay.”

“The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.”

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and, therefore, is winged cupid blind. I don't need to see you, Phillipe, to know you feel as I do.”

“So what can I really do? If you can jump through a two-story window, then what can I do?" "You can do that too. You don't need wings to do it,either.”