What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.

Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!

Aim higher in case you fall short.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.