“the evil thing is inside, not out.”

“The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.”

“The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the capitol, I am someone of worth. The trouble is, I don't know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.”

“Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.”

“We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?”

“It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.”

“I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.”