Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
My sleep wasn’t peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.
Anyway, even if she’s sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.
For me, it’s better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta.
Sick and disoriented, I’m able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.
Just remember, stealing’s punishable by death.
The anguish I always feel when she’s in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away.
Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.
My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.
In other words, I step out of line and we’re all dead.
Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn’t just a strategy for Peeta.
Thank you for your consideration.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
It’s more complicated than that. I know them. They’re not evil or cruel. They’re not even smart. Hurting them, it’s like hurting children.
You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. – Plutarch Heavensbee.
For a second, I’m afraid he’s dying. I have to remind myself that I don’t care.