Katniss Quotes

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.

I'm obsessed with Greek mythology. My favorite goddess is Artemis. She's strong and reminds me of Katniss, the heroine of The Hunger Games.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

Katniss....he's still trying to keep you alive.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.

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.

Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

In Hollywood, I'm obese. I'm considered a fat actress. I eat like a caveman. I'll be the only actress that doesn't have anorexia rumors! I'm never going to starve myself for a part. I'm invincible. I don't want little girls to be like "Oh, I want to look like Katniss, so I'm going to skip dinner!"

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

Because...because...she came here with me.

Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?

I read The Hunger Games voraciously and was extremely annoyed when interrupted by such inconsequential things as 'Christmas dinner.' (God, Mom, did you not understand Katniss was being pursued by the mutts? You have several children, why does it always have to be about collecting the whole set all the time?)

Even though I don't ask, Plutarch gives me cheerful updates on the phone like "Good news, Katniss! I think we've almost got him convinced you're not a mutt!" Or "Today he was allowed to feed himself pudding!

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. 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.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

There are much worse games to play.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.” -Katniss Everdeen

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.

Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.

There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)

I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen

Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?

Where did they get those screams, Katniss?

Plutarch rushes to reassure me. "Oh, no, Katniss. Not your wedding. Finnick and Annie's. All you need to do is show up and pretend to be happy for them." "That's one of the few things I won't have to pretend, Plutarch," I tell him.

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “Katniss…he’s still trying to keep you alive.” To keep me alive? And then I understand. The Games are still on.