If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.

Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.

Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

Stay with me. Always.