I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

And don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death." "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.

In District 12, looking old is something of an achievement since so many people die early. You see an elderly person, you want to congratulate them on their longevity, ask the secret of survival. A plump person is envied because they aren't scraping by like the majority of us. But here is different. Wrinkles aren't desirable. A round belly isn't a sign of success.

Where did they get those screams, Katniss?