You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. "Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she's warding off a very bright light. "No," I say looking at Peeta with a new sense of apreciation. "Neither of us even knew what we were going to do before we went in." "And Haymitch?" says Peeta. "We decided we don't want any other allies in the arena." "Good. Then I won't be responsible for you killing off any of my friends with your stupidity," he says.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.