“And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.”

“Peeta actually is charming and then utterly winning as the boy in love. And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.”

“Bringing my hand to his mouth, he softly kisses it. “Beautiful girl, of course I remember. How could I not? You’re unforgettable.”

“Oh, my darling, it’s incredible, that someone so unforgettable should think I am unforgettable, too.”

“I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also so much more than that. So are we all.”

“Being beautiful in itself, youth needs no transfiguration: in its abundance of strong life it is drawn to the tragic, and is happy to let melancholy suck sweetly from its still inexperienced bloom, and the very same phenomenon accounts for the readiness of young people to face danger and reach out a fraternal hand to all spiritual suffering”