One Slip. One Slip In Thousands. The

Because Something Is Significantly Wrong With A Creature That Sacrifices Its Children's Lives To Settle Its Differences. You Can Spin It Any Way You Like... But In The End, Who Does It Benefit? No One. The Truth Is, It Benefits No One To Live In A World Where These Things Happen

When I Was Young I Was Trained In Stage Fighting And Rapier And Dagger, For Several Years.

She's Prim's Size In Diameter.

For Me, It's Better To Wake Up With A Paintbrush Than A Knife In My Hand. -peeta

He Hasn't Accepted His Death. He Is Already Fighting Hard To Stay Alive. Which Also Means That Kind Peeta Mellark, The Boy Who Gave Me Bread, Is Fighting Hard To Kill Me.