I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

Beauty that arose out of pain.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.