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“Marianne, he said, I’m not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.”

“In just a few weeks’ time Marianne will live with different people, and life will be different. But she herself will not be different. She’ll be the same person, trapped inside her own body. There’s nowhere she can go that would free her from this. A different place, different people, what does that matter?”

“I love you too.”
“And to think,” he said, “you promised you wouldn’t fall in love with me.”

“Breaking up still sucked in every conceivable way, but once the initial pain wore off, memories from our relationship started to seem like just another story I’d read. I hated thinking about it. Not because I missed him but because I felt bad for wasting so much of his time—and mine—trying to be his dream girl.”

“Life is pretty much a series of good and bad moments right up until the moment you die,” he said stiffly. “Which is arguably a bad one. Love doesn’t change that.”

“Then, a final and totally random concluding side point about how annoying it is when the female protagonist claims she never wants to get married, yet somehow gets to have the biggest wedding in town.”

“God, we’re all so ridiculous! Why do we all think everything is our fault all the time?”
“Must be some evolutionary thing.”
“Helps us survive somehow,” Phoebe says. “Even as it destroys us.”
“Yeah.”

“Some men like being told what to do, because then they never have to make any decisions, never have to think.”

“And I think you’re all being very brave.”
We don’t have much choice, but it’s nice to have someone recognize it.”

“But luckily, Phoebe’s phone is dead. She decides never to look at her phone again. She doesn’t see the point in staying alive only to do all the same things that made her want to die.”

“I already told you, Nora,” he murmurs, his fingers splaying on my stomach, just beneath my shirt. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.”

“I feel haunted by him, and I’m determined to haunt him right back.”

“I’ve never met someone who is both so vain and so practical,” he says, sounding just barely awed.
“Which will be what actually goes on my headstone.”

“Oh no,” I say, feigning pity. “Did I hurt your feelings, Charlie?”
“You seem pretty pleased with yourself,” he says, “for a woman who just found out she was the inspiration for Cruella de Vil.”

“Nora Stephens.” My name sounds like a swear.”

“What I’m realizing is that if you’re quiet about the things that hurt you, people are only going to mistake your tolerance for permission. And they’re going to hurt you again and again.”

“His girl. His love. His Lucy Gray. They had survived the dean, the doctor, and the Games somehow. After all the weeks of fear and yearning and uncertainty, he would wrap her in his arms and never let her go.”

“When Julius crosses the finish line alone, the indisputable winner, to wild roars from the spectators, a grin splits over my face.
But I bite it back down when he walks straight over to me. The gold medal swings from his neck, gleaming in the sunlight. He takes it off, then holds it out toward me.
“Yours.”
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“He felt his lips stretching into an insane grin. He had won. He’d won glory, and a future, and maybe love, too. Any minute now, he’d have Lucy Gray in his arms. Oh, Snow lands on top; it most certainly does. ”

“You’re the only person worth paying attention to.”

“Already high, the stakes of these Games shot into the stratosphere. Focus, he told himself, drawing slow, deep breaths. Focus on helping Lucy Gray.”

“Well, you know what they say. The show’s not over until the mockingjay sings,” she said.
“The mockingjay?” He laughed. “Really, I think you’re just making these things up.”

“The savory layers of meat, potato, and cheese consoled him, as did Tigris’s gentle reminder that the situation with Lucy Gray was not of his making. They were both, after all, still children whose lives were dictated by powers above them.”

“You know what I think?” he murmurs, drawing so close his mouth skims my ear, his cruel face blurring in my vision. My breath catches. Goose bumps rise over my bare skin. “I think you’re obsessed with me, Sadie Wen.”

“It’s nothing.”
“Not to you maybe,” she said. “But it’s meant the world having someone show up like I mattered.”
“You do matter,” he said.
“Well, there’s a lot of evidence to the contrary.” She rattled her chains and gave them a tug. And then, as if remembering something, she looked up at the sky.
“You matter to me,” he insisted. The Capitol may not value her, but he did.

“You learn how heavy some feelings weigh, how much they’ll drag you down. Anger and resentment are the worst. They’re like rocks in your pockets. Too many, and you’ll drown.”

“The world will try to make you small. It will tell you to be modest, and meek. But the world is wrong. You should get to feel and love and live as boldly as you want.”

“A lovely girl.
A perfect mark.
Sabine has no way of knowing that this one night will tip the balance of her life.
That this one girl will be both the beginning and the end of everything.”

“She is a flame in the dark, and the night is full of moths.”

“Jealousy runs like gooseflesh over María’s skin. She forces out a brittle laugh and says, “I envy your freedom.”