Book: Mockingjay. Page 1

The more cases you have, which you can escape, the better.

I pull myself out of nightmares each morning and find that in awakening there is no relief.

I'm tired of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's more for their benefit.

Some walks need to make a only alone.

- Don't let him separate us. Breathing hard, Pete is fighting with his nightmares.
- No. Don't want to... I almost painfully clench his hands.
- Stay with me.
Pete's pupils narrowed to the size of pin heads, fast expand, then return to normal size.
- Always, ' he whispers.

In public, people always feel braver.

My muscles tense. You have to make an effort to control myself. Again the pain in the heart. I imagine in all directions from the heart scatter tiny cracks all over the body. Torso, hands and legs, over my face, I'm covered by a network of cracks. One good jolt of a bunker missile and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards.

Beauty is how a person looks in the morning, just getting out of bed, that is natural, but flawless.

The truth is, our ancestors so mangled wood that any longer. Look what they left us - the wars and the broken planet. Looks like they didn't care about how people will live after them.

I don't know who he is to you. Maybe you don't know yourself. But only the blind could fail to notice how you care for him.

Takes me a long time to get to the cause of my frustration and resentment. And it is too humiliating to admit. All these months, Pete thought I was amazing, and I took it all as something self-evident. But now it's far behind. Finally he sees me for who I am. And I hate him for it.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm seventeen. My homeland - the Twelfth district. I was in the hunger games. Escaped. The Capitol hates me. Pete grabbed. It is considered dead. Most likely he is dead. Perhaps best if he is dead...
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm seventeen. My home in the Twelfth district. I was in the hunger games. Escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He's alive. He is a traitor, but he's alive. I have to save him...
My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why didn't I die? I have to die. It would be better for all...

Burst into flame! And if we burn, you burn with us!

I'm trying to imagine a world where the voices ceased Gale and Peeta. The motionless hand. Unblinking eyes. I stand over their bodies, looking for the last time and leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step into another world, there is only vast emptiness. A pale gray nothingness that is me in the future.