I'm trying to think of a witty comeback, when Boggs says brusquely, “Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.” I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.