“But I'm not naked. I'm in a
dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it's the color of coal and
made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the
air, and that's when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black
except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings.
Because Cinna has turned me
into a mockingjay.”
―
Suzanne Collins,
Catching Fire