“She can’t help her red skin, and she isn’t heathen. In fact, she’s a Baptist, which is almost like being Christian, only louder.”

“I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn; t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.”

“She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.”

“And thus she helps the Maid to check her grief
Which, being vented, is less bitter now.”

“Make no mistake
She sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame.”

““Katniss, she’s running this district. She can’t do it if it seems like she’s caving in to your will.”
“You mean she can’t stand any dissent, even if it’s fair.””

“You touch her skin
And then you think
That she is beautiful
But she don't mean a thing to me”

“The girl with her face. A Devolved Entity Manifested from the Other Now? A demon that wants to off her? It’s like the rumors of concentration camps. So weird she can’t believe it, and so plausible she can’t afford to disbelieve it.”

“She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.”

“She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me.”