I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

She's Prim's size in diameter.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply