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

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.

Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

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

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.