Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

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

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.