for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

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.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.