But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair,

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

No one really needs me," he says, and there is no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. "I do," I say. "I need you.

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.