What about Gale?" "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly. "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks. "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?

Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.