I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

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.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.