Character: Katniss Everdeen

I think there is some truth to what Pete said about us destroying ourselves and allowing other creatures to take our place. Because something wrong is clearly happening to those creatures who sacrifice the lives of children.

I don't feel any solidarity with these monsters who call themselves people, despite the fact that I am one of them.

To be honest, our ancestors have nothing to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in - with wars and a destroyed planet. Obviously, they did not care what would happen to the people living after them.

“Because you deserve it,” he replies.

Since I have ceased to be useful to them, I am irretrievably lost. Besides, I think a lot of water has flown under the bridge since the time when I was considered a child in this war.

Nothing special, just a place where I was truly happy.

- I already know! Murder is always personal.

- What will happen now, at home?
- I don't know. We have to forget all this.
- I don't want to forget.

Keep yourself ten times more difficult than to succumb to panic and hysteria.

Mind frantically looking for a new topic. But now what can distract me from the hunger games? Only dream to personally kill President snow. You know, it's not the right dream for seventeen year old girl - but a very pleasant one.

Don't wait, don't wait.
The path leads you
To the oak, where in the loop
Killer is dead is waiting.
Strange our world, and we are so weird here at times.
Under the oak at midnight, we'll meet with you?
Don't wait, don't wait
To oak come.
Where the dead man called out
- Honey, run!
Strange our world, and we are so weird here at times.
Under the oak at midnight, we'll meet with you?
Don't wait, don't wait
Come
To the oak tree where the dead
Called for the revolt of the people.
Strange our world, and we are so weird here at times.
Under the oak at midnight, we'll meet with you?

- There is terrible, but if you do not think about morality, it can be fun.
So are you having fun?
- I am a gamemaker, fun is my job.
- So what happened to Seneca crane... I Poveselila?
Seneca decided to... no longer breathing.

I've never been able to be friends.
- For starters, you can get to know each other. I only know that you are very stubborn and good with a gun.
Is, in General, that's all.
- No, the rest of you just hide.
- I'm telling you...
- You know, friends are people who share intimate.
- Secret?
- Yes!
Wow! For example?
Well... Your favorite color?
- Well, this is too much!

And suddenly he took my face in his hands and kissed it.
I'm confused. It would seem that after all these years together, I knew all about his lips as they smile, talk, and sad. But I even could not imagine what the heat will stream them on mine when our lips meet. Or how those hands, which could set the most intricate of snares, could as easily entrap me. Vaguely remember: like I uttered a low guttural sound and tightly clenched fingers on his chest. Then he released me and said:
I couldn't not do it. At least once.
And left.