The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

As we trudge back through the woods, we reach a boulder, and both Gale and I turn our heads in the same direction, like a pair of dogs catching a scent on the wind. Cressida notices and asks what lies that way. We admit, without acknowledging each other, it's our old hunting rendez-vous place. She wants to see it, even after we tell her it's nothing really. Nothing but a place where I was happy, I think.

While you live, the revolution lives

Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.