District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
— Suzanne Collins
Sensual Capitol In Hunger Games quotations
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.
I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.
Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.
You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

Because...because...she came here with me.
You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.
I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
Only I keep wishing I could think of a way.
..to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.
The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.” -Katniss Everdeen

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.
Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?

Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.
Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?
Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!
Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.