Just don't die for me, you won't be doing me any favour !

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

As we trudge back through the woods, we reach a boulder, and both Gale and I turn our heads in the same direction, like a pair of dogs catching a scent on the wind. Cressida notices and asks what lies that way. We admit, without acknowledging each other, it's our old hunting rendez-vous place. She wants to see it, even after we tell her it's nothing really. Nothing but a place where I was happy, I think.

Katniss....he's still trying to keep you alive.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

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