The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.

You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person

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

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it... And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day.

While you live, the revolution lives

I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.