"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.