If the careers want me, let them find me.

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

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at.

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .