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

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

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

That seems to be crossing some kind of line," I say. :So anything goes?" They both stare at me- Beetee with doubt, Gale with hostility. "I guess there isn't a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

You're hideous, you know that, right?

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.

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