Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair,

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.

The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.

I think we put our children at an enormous disadvantage by not educating them in war, by not letting them understand about it at an early age.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. "You could do a lot worse." At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift...it is perfect. So when I rise up on my tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.