Dawn comes before sleep does.
As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.
If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
But what was it Haymitch said when I asked if he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? “Don’t have to. He’s already there.