Stay With Me. Always.

Where Did They Get Those Screams, Katniss?

Sorry Excuses For Hunters And Friends. Both Of Us.

In Our World, I Rank Music Somewhere Between Hair Ribbons And Rainbows In Terms Of Usefulness.

We're Supposed To Be Making Up This Stuff, Playing At Being In Love, Not Actually Being In Love.

As I Descend The Stairs, I Can’t Help Brushing My Fingers Along The Unblemished White Marble Walls. So Cold And Beautiful. Even In The Capitol, There’s Nothing To Match The Magnificence Of This Old Building. But There Is No Give To The Surface - Only My Flesh Yields, My Warmth Taken. Stone Conquers People Every Time.