“I’m not their slave,” the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That’s why I killed Cato… and he killed Thresh… and he killed Clove… and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the capitol. But I’m tired of being a piece in their games.”
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
He bakes when he has a boner. It obviously helps ease the sexual desire.
when your pretend boyfriend, who you secretly have feelings for, starts checking out the naked crazy person in the elevator