How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.

“You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real.”

“The smell of blood... it was on his breath.What does he do? I think. Drink it? …”

“Damas y caballeros, ¡que empiecen los Septuagésimos Cuartos Juegos del Hambre!”

“I don't have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally, which they don't. Or…”