I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?

I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

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