They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

Beauty that arose out of pain.

Doors are for those who lack enemies.

You could do a lot worse.

Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.