Twirl for me.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.

Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you.

Fire beats roses again.