The star-crossed lovers

Panem et Circenses" translates into 'Bread and Circuses.' The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.

For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta

You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

It’s the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.