Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!

its not in my nature to go down without a fight even when things seem insurmountable

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.

You have a... remarkable memory." "I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.