Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.