I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.