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?

Anyone? On Snow's visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. "Convince me," Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta's life in limbo, I finally did. And In doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me.

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

You call that a kiss?

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.