He wants as many victors as possible for the cameras to follow in the Capitol. Thinks it makes for better television." "Are you and Beetee going?" I ask. "As many young and attractive victors as possible," Haymitch corrects himself. "So, no. We'll be here.

I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.