Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!
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.
I must have loved you a lot.
You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
There are much worse games to play.
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.
Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.
It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
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.
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.
I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.
Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.
Katniss. I remember about the bread.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention
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.
Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.
I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.
I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.
or simply:
