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?
I can’t win. Prim must know that in her heart. The competition will be far beyond my abilities. Kids from wealthier districts, where winning is a huge honor, who’ve been trained their whole lives for this. Boys who are two to three times my size. Girls who know twenty different ways to kill you with a knife. Oh, there’ll be people like me, too. People to weed out before the real fun begins.
I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don’t own me. If I’m gonna die, I wanna still be me.
"no, katniss! no! you can’t go!"
“prim, let go!”
and finally she does.
It’s just hunting. You’re the best hunter I know.
"Gale mimics Effie Trinket, "I almost forgot! Happy Hunger Games!" He plucks a few blackberries from the bushes around us. "And may the odds -" he tosses a berry in a high arc toward me and I catch it in my mouth. "- be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve."
As a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol…