Tuck in your tail, little duck.

There was no discussion between them; it was as if the bugs had worked out this whole scenario long ago. Temp put on a burst of speed for the end of the bridge, and Tick turned to face down the army of rats alone.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

No one really needs me," he says, and there is no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. "I do," I say. "I need you.

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.