Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
“District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety,” I mutter.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
Note: good one, Suzanne!
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.
Note: I actually DO care for some quotes :)