Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

But in my head I can hear Haymitch's smug, if slightly exasperated, words: "Yes, that's what I'm looking for, sweetheart.

Don't you see, Katniss, this will decide things. One way or the other. By the end of the day, they'll ether be dead or with us. It's...it's more than we could hope for! Well, that's a sunny view of our situation.

the evil thing is inside, not out.