Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.

She's Prim's size in diameter.

I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. "You could do a lot worse." At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift...it is perfect. So when I rise up on my tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .