I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.