Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.
And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her.
So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter.
The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.
Mutually counting on each other, watching each other’s backs, forcing each other to be brave.
Just don’t die for me, you won’t be doing me any favour !
No more kisses for you, until you have eaten !
Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!
Just one more thing. I kill Snow.
Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we’d found each other.
How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it’s only in the limited way that I can manage. But I never get the chance.
There’s no point in comforting words, in telling her she’ll be all right. She’s no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it’s me who’s dying instead of Rue.
Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.
I miss him so badly it hurts.
It starts at midnight.
What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?
Fine, than I will not have to blame you for killing my friends with your stupidity. -Haymitch.
I’m running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I’ll be worthless.
You’re hideous, you know that, right?
No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that’s the only way to convince her you love her.