We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

I start to crack at four hundred to one.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.