You call that a kiss?

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.