Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

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.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.

If it's true, why do they leave us to live like this? With the hunger and the killings and the Games?" And suddenly I hate this imaginary underground city of District 13 and those who sit by, watching us die. They're no better than the Capitol.

I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.