Courage only counts when you can count.

Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. In a few moments it returns to its original color. "Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

You call that a kiss?

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.