Fine. I'll train. But I'm going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself." Says Johanna. "Probably best not to bring that up in training," I say. "But it's nice to know I'll have a ride.
Suzanne CollinsI reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.
Suzanne CollinsWhat must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?
Suzanne CollinsPeeta 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 arenโt for me. โWith my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a babyโs skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.
Suzanne CollinsI'm relieved Peeta's alive. I tell myself again that if I get killed, his winnings will benefit my mother and Prim the most. This is what I tell myself to explain the conflicting emotions that arise when I think of Peeta. The gratitude that he game an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face-to-face at any moment in this arena.
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