How Did Rue End Up On That

I Don't Know How To Make People Like Me. Cinna, How Do You Make People Like You?

What Must It Be Like, I Wonder, To Live In A World Where Food Appears At The Press Of A Button? How Would I Spend The Hours I Now Commit To Combing The Woods For Sustenance If It Were So Easy To Come By? What Do They Do All Day, These People In The Capitol, Besides Decorating Their Bodies And Waiting Around For A New Shipment Of Tributes To Rill In And Die For Their Entertainment?

Maybe It's That We Are All So Starved For Something Good To Happen That We Want To Be A Part Of It.

Oh, Well. At Least My Blood Is Flowing.

Her Name's Prim. She's Just Twelve. And I Love Her More Than Anything.