Here's Some Advice. Stay Alive.

Happy Hunger Games! And May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor.

I Had To Do That. At Least Once.

Fine, Than I Will Not Have To Blame You For Killing My Friends With Your Stupidity. -haymitch

My Mother Just Wanted Me To Forget It. So, Of Course, Every Word Was Immediately, Irrevocably Branded Into My Brain.

My Little Sister, Prim, Curled Up On Her Side, Cocooned In My Mother’s Body, Their Cheeks Pressed Together. In Sleep, My Mother Looks Younger, Still Worn But Not So Beaten-down. Prim’s Face Is As Fresh As A Raindrop, As Lovely As The Primrose For Which She Was Named. My Mother Was Very Beautiful Once, Too. Or So They Tell Me.