Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

There's always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you'll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I'm dead!" I can hear my voice rising in anger. "But you won't! You'll be living up in some tree eating raw squirrels and picking off people with arrows.

Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.

I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

Tick tock, this is a clock.