We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared

Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words aren’t for me. “With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby’s skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.

Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.

If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.

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

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

Because...because...she came here with me.