They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.

Hey, Effie, watch this!" says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean whit his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, "We miss you, Effie!

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.