They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself.

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

His dad said even the cavemen had geniuses among them. Somebody had thought up the wheel.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

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