deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death." "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-

Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.