I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death." "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren't responsible for your actions.