Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread, is fighting hard to kill me.