What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

I've asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know about you, Katniss." "But I don't want them to! They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to time in the past!" I say.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.

I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.

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

I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. And I remember when you... you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said... "Who knows The Valley Song?" and your hand shot straight up. After that, I... I watched you going home every day...