You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

Then I know Prim is right, that Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much havoc. He's killed Cinna already. Destroyed my home. My family, Gale, and even Haymitch are out of his reach. Peeta's all he has left. "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sound about a thousand years old when she speaks."Whatever it takes to break you.

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.

Better not to give in to it.

I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.

And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her