Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta