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.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all

So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter