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‘Fear governs our life—that soul-sickening dread of loss. Once we’ve obtained our perfection, anxiety creeps in like the demonic force it is to steal our light.’

‘I owe this world nothing.

But for her, I have something to offer, something only I can give.

She is my salvation.

And I am her long-awaited consequence.’

“I’m already a dead man. I’d rather die chasing something impossible with you than rot behind bars.”

“Do you have anything to proclaim to this court before you’re sentenced?”

“I do, You Honor.” I rise and lift my chin, clear my tight throat. “I proclaim that Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

‘Be wary of people who compliment too soon, before they even know you—they’re lowering your defences in preparation for the strike.’

‘My own design of love may be a twisted creature, but that creature is hungry and demands to be fed.’

‘nothing stays the same.
Change is the one constant you can depend on.
Someone once told me the wait for something to happen can drive a sane man made, and this place is full of madness.’

“None of us are powerless,” I say, a guttural edge bleedings into my tone. “Choice is the most powerful thing in this world. Everyone has a choice.”

‘I know one thing, though: The Capitol can never take Lenore Dove from me again. They never really did in the first place. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping, and she is the most precious thing I’ve known.
When I tell her that, she always says, “I love you like all-fire.”
And I reply. “I love you like all-fire, too.”’

‘Maysilee Donner, former owner of the mockingjay pin.’

‘Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old.’

‘The strangest visit involved Louella and Lou Lou, dressed in identical outfits, sitting across the table from me while I peel and eat a bowl of hard-boiled eggs. “Which of us is which?” they ask me. But the Capitol has won. I can’t tell them apart.’ :(

‘This time it works, Ampert. Loose cannon going off, Louella. Wyatt. Lou Lou. Wellie. I pinkie swear, Maysilee. Pay attention, Panem. Newcomers land on top.’

‘Good-bye, Maysilee Donner, who I loathed, then grudgingly respected, then loved. Not as a sweetheart or even a friend. A sister, I’d said.’

‘I remember my pa saying, if you can get people to laugh at someone, it makes them look weak.’

‘Like she says, a positive attitude is ninety-seven percent of the battle.’

‘Each book’s as precious as a person, she says, as it preserves someone’s thoughts and feelings long after they’re gone.’

‘Games or no Games, if you’ve got a decent bone in your body, you hate a bully.’

“I love you like all-fire.”
“You, too.”

‘For a girl who’s quiet in public, she sure can talk up a storm in private.’

“You can’t count on things happening tomorrow just because they happened in the past. It’s faulty logic.”

‘I have to agree and, though I’m not a drinker myself, I’m glad to get the bottle.’ 😃

“Three words. One, four, and three. I could say it a hundred times, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
“I love you so much more.”

“There is more strength in mercy than there is in cruelty.”

‘I didn’t know that Scrabble was the sort of game you could get worked up over, but she manages. Every single night. If WordBuster89 could hear what she’s saying about them, they’d probably never look in the mirror again.
She’s a funny one, my Ophelia.’

“Fuck you for having a birthday. Fuck steak. Fuck lunch as a concept. Fuck frying pans. Fuck recipe websites. Why do I have to read about your uncle’s fucking gallstones to read how long to cook a steak for? And fuck the stove, too. It’s lying about being on medium. It’s on high.”
I lean against the doorway, a fond warmth spreading its way through my blood. This is what I want. This is what I want forever.

‘“Ah. A tablespoon of lemon juice. Not a cup. I’ll remake it.”
“Pass that on to Rocco, though. He’s always looking for new ways to melt padlocks from doors.”
“Wanker,” she breathes, on her way out the door.’

‘My depression does feel like an illness, and every birthday feels like an achievement as much as it feels like an exhausting feat of endurance.’

‘“Do you wanna?”
I fold the entire slice of toast into my mouth like a piece of bread-based origami, hoping that’s answer enough, and he lets out the most wonderful laugh, tossing me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the kitchen, and taking the stairs three at a time.’

‘Alex inhales his toast in four bites, practically hopping from foot to foot, like a dog waiting for me to drop a crumb. The toast does a bad job of muffling my amusement.
“What?”
“You.”
Another shuffle from foot to foot. “What about me?”
“You want me to finish so we can go upstairs and fuck.”
He stills, but he looks like he’s been caught red-handed, the faintest blush kissing his cheeks.‘