"It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.""Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-"
"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"
"One more time? For the audience?"he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go."
"You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope."
"Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you."
"Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there."