Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games)

by Suzanne Collins

“And that’s part of our trouble. Thinking things are inevitable. Not believing change is possible.”

They will not use our tears for their entertainment.

“You and me to the end. Right, Hay?”

Something steels inside me, and I think, You are on a high horse, mister. And someday someone will knock you off it straight into your grave.

“I’d rather be despised than ignored.”

“No more implicit submission for you, Haymitch Abernathy.

Fire is catching, she’d say, but if this one burns down the arena, I say good riddance.

“I’m nobody’s idea of a hero, Haymitch. But at least I’m still in the game.”