I'm back in the arena. And Cinna is gone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!”
"This year you’re dealing with all experienced killers."
we are not beautiful. we are dark and powerful.
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay.
Catching Fire cinematography I
In the smallest act of tenderness lies the birth of hope
The reaping takes only a minute. Effie, shining in a wig of metallic gold, lacks her usual verve. She has to claw around the girls’ reaping ball for quite a while to snag the one piece of paper that everyone already knows has my name on it.