He Frosted Under Heavy Guard.

Katniss, There Is No District Twelve.

To The Everlasting Credit Of The People Of District 12, Not One Person Claps. Not Even The Ones Holding Betting Slips, The Ones Who Are Usually Beyond Caring. Possibly Because They Know Me From The Hob, Or Knew My Father, Or Have Encountered Prim, Who No One Could Help Loving. So Instead Of Acknowledging Applause, I Stand There Unmoving While They Take Part In The Boldest Form Of Dissent They Can Manage. Silence. Which Says We Do Not Agree. We Do Not Condone. All Of This Is Wrong.

Winning The Games Will Make You Famous, Losing Will Mean Death.

Even In War There Should Be Lines You Didn't Cross.

The Cat That Prim Got Hates Me, I Think Partly Because I Tried To Drown It.