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

I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best." Well, there's no good response to that. I can hardly dispute it since I was walking around with a syringe to kill Peeta when I found them. Do I really want him dead? What I want...what I want is to have him back.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.

I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.

I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. "Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other." He's right. We did. The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.