Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.