The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all

As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You're still angry.” “And you're still not sorry,” I reply. "I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks. “No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him.

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

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

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.