Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very…

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

— Suzanne Collins

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.

— Suzanne Collins

Oh, he's on top of it. It was volunteer only, but he pretended not to notice me waving my hand in the air," says…

— Suzanne Collins

“Here's some advice. Stay alive," says Haymitch, and then bursts out laughing. I exchange a look with Peeta before I remember that I'm having…

— Suzanne Collins

I think of the snarling, cruel exchange back on the hovercraft. The bitterness that followed. But all I say is "I can't believe you…

— Suzanne Collins

I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.

— Suzanne Collins

“Well, you better learn fast. You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug,” says Haymitch.”

— Suzanne Collins

“I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch.”

— Suzanne Collins

“All right, so give me some idea of what you can do," says Haymitch. I can’t do anything," says Peeta, "unless you count baking…

— Suzanne Collins

“He couldn’t, Haymitch. He never heard me sing that song.” “Not you. Your father. He heard him singing it one day when he came…

— Suzanne Collins

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

— Suzanne Collins

That's very funny," says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid…

— Suzanne Collins

You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. "Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers press her…

— Suzanne Collins

You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't have a fully loaded…

— Suzanne Collins

A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment,…

— Suzanne Collins