Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

Because...because...she came here with me.

I must have loved you a lot.

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

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.