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"In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness."
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"Miranda raised her eyebrows. Apparently she hadn't figured me for a country music fan. I liked her for that."
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"Music reveals the deepest beauty of the soul."
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"Music fills the void between the heart and soul and connects them in heavenly delights."
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"I listen to music constantly while writing."
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"Music heard so deeplyThat it is not heard at all, butyou are the musicWhile the music lasts."
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"Music is the song of eternal love which touches the soul and fills us with joy."
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"I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation."
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"Music is the language of the universe, which everyone, including all animals, can understand."
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"Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once."
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"Music is the primordial language of life. That is why we love it so much. Actually every animal can hear and understand music better than we do."
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"The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that."
Hope
"But for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness."
Self
"That should have been my strategy! By the time I've worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I'm watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range."
Strategy
"I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage."
Conflict
"What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?"
Pain
"Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them."
Awareness
"The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer."
Grief
"I had to do that. At least once."
Experience
"I've been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?"I would, actually, but I don't want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. I've never seen this type before. No, I have. But not in the arena. These aren't Rue's berries, although they resemble them. Nor do they match any I learned about in training. I lean down and scoop up a few, rolling them between my fingers.My father's voice comes back to me. "Not these, Katniss. Never these. They're nightlock. You'll be dead before they reach your stomach."Just then the cannon fires. I whip around, expecting Peeta to collapseto the ground, but he only raises his eyebrows. The hoovercraft appears a hundred metres or so away.What's left of Foxface's emaciated body is lifted into the air."
Survival
"She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead."
Grief
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