District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

Some walks you have to take alone.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

I must have loved you a lot.

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.

May the odds be ever in your favor!

Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.

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.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

Stupid people are dangerous.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.