Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

If the careers want me, let them find me.

Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?" I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell

In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

She's Prim's size in diameter.