Just remember, stealing's punishable by death

A light was on in the kitchen. His mother sat at the kitchen table, as still as a statue. Her hands were clasped together, and she stared fixatedly at a small stain on the tablecloth. Gregor remembered seeing her that way so many nights after his dad had disappeared. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to scare her or shock her or ever give her any more pain. So, he stepped into the light of the kitchen and said the one thing he knew she wanted to hear most in the world. "Hey, Mom. We're home.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

I must have loved you a lot.

If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.