Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.

Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

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

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.