No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.

I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm, Here the daisies guard you from every harm, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.

If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.