“Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female…
I am going back into the arena.”

“Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don’t think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.”

“My protagonists, male and female, are me. And so I must be able to recall exactly what it was like to be five years old, and twelve, and sixteen, and twenty-two, and.... For, after all, I am not an isolated fifty-seven years old; I am every other age I have been, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... all the way up to and occasionally beyond my present chronology.”

“If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.”

“As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.”

“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me……..”

“(Bartender Harry) How can you tell the male bird from the female bird? (Sylvia) He's the one with the furrowed brow; she's the happy-go-lucky one…. He's the one reading the sports page; she's the one with 12 pairs of tiny shoes. (Harry) I don't have time for this.”

“Proof that the penis is a much later development than the female vulva is found in the evidence that the male himself was a late mutation from an original female creature. For man is but an imperfect female. Geneticists and physiologists tell us that the Y chromosome that produces males is a deformed and broken X chromosome — the female chromosome. All women have two X chromosomes, while the male has one X derived from his mother and one Y from his father. It seems very logical that this small and twisted Y chromosome is a genetic error — an accident of nature, and that originally there was only one sex — the female.”

“WHAT BROUGHT MY POSSESSION INTO EXISTENCE -My Greatest Discovery " When I was 12, i discovered that i it was only my external self that was existing alone, when I became 14, i realized that they were two of me that have been existing since before my first discovery. That was my passion, now my purpose second discovery, at that point they were a lot of options and alternative to choose, then i first go, not just for the easiest, but for the most easiest for my possession. ( that's why little mistakes are far from me ). -Engr. Abah Sule”

“WHAT BROUGHT MY POSSESSION INTO EXISTENCE -My Greatest Discovery " When I was 12, i discovered that i it was only my external self that was existing alone, when I became 14, i realized that they were two of me that have been existing since before my first discovery. That was my passion, now my purpose second discovery, at that point they were a lot of options and alternative to choose, then i first go, not just for the easiest, but for the most easiest for my possession. ( that's why little mistakes are far from me ). -Engr. Abah Sule”