Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.

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

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out,' I reply. Cinna puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me into lunch. ' Don't worry, I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself.