Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic code, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.

I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things.

You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.