Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

Aim higher in case you fall short.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

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

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

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it...

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.

I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me........

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you.

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

Katniss....he's still trying to keep you alive.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death." "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.