What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.

Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.

They'll be granted immunity!" I feel myself rising from my chair, my voice full of resonant. "You will personally pledge this in front of the entire population of District Thirteen and the remainder of Twelve. Soon. Today. It will be recorded for future generations. You will hold yourself and your government responsible for their safety, or you'll find yourself another Mockingjay!

Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.