Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

Fine. I'll train. But I'm going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself." Says Johanna. "Probably best not to bring that up in training," I say. "But it's nice to know I'll have a ride.