Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.

You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark

maybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen that we want to be a part of it.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

Yes, I’m a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends,” said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn’t moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.