For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

You could do a lot worse.

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.

I'm not a very fancy person. I've been a writer a long time, and right now 'The Hunger Games' is getting a lot of focus. It'll pass. The focus will be on something else. It'll shift. It always does. And that seems just fine.

I killed you. And you. And you.

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.