Grace Dwyer

“I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people. The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me, why I belong to them.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light.

Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..."

His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay