He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.
Suzanne CollinsWhat I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
Suzanne CollinsSo, hereโs what you do. You win, you go home. She canโt turn you down then, eh?โ says Caesar encouragingly. โI donโt think itโs going to work out. Winningโฆwonโt help in my case,โ says Peeta. โWhy ever not?โ says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. โBecauseโฆbecauseโฆshe came here with me.
Suzanne CollinsWhat do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.
Suzanne CollinsToday I might lose both of them. I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale grey nothingness that is all my future holds.
Suzanne Collins