Grace Dwyer

“They'll be granted immunity!" I feel myself rising from my chair, my voice full of resonant. "You will personally pledge this in front of the entire population of District Thirteen and the remainder of Twelve. Soon. Today. It will be recorded for future generations. You will hold yourself and your government responsible for their safety, or you'll find yourself another Mockingjay!”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“The question is, what are you going to do?"
It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it.
What am I going to do?
I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides.
"I'm going to be the Mockingjay.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Anything else?"

Haymitch rises to go. "While I was waiting... I ate your lunch.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Do you find this...distracting?”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay