Even In War There Should Be Lines

What About You?" "not A Clue. I Keep Wishing I Could Bake A Cake Or Something.

I Realize Only One Person Will Be Damaged Beyond Repair If Peeta Dies. Me.

Her Name's Prim. She's Just Twelve. And I Love Her More Than Anything.

It’s The Final Word In Camouflage. Forget Chucking Weights Around. Peeta Should Have Gone Into His Private Session With The Gamemakers And Painted Himself Into A Tree. Or A Boulder. Or A Muddy Bank Full Of Weeds.

The Pounding Music, The Cheers, The Admiration Work Their Way Into My Blood, And I Can’t Suppress My Excitement. Cinna Has Given Me A Great Advantage. No One Will Forget Me. Not My Look, Not My Name. Katniss. The Girl Who Was On Fire.