I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

You want a piece of advice?" said Ripred. "Don't bother. I know what you'll say. The whole thing's stupid," said Gregor. "Quite the contrary. I was going to say that life is short. There are only a few good things in it, really. Don't pretend that one isn't happening." said Ripred.

Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.