What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

She's Prim's size in diameter.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.