The full impact of what I’ve done hits me. It was not intentional—I only meant to express my thanks — but I have elicited something dangerous. An act of dissent from the people of District 11.
We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
In this world only winter is certain. We may lose our heads, it’s true … but what if we prevail?
If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life, you’re not the girl I thought you were.