“But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.”

“So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter”

“Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say."For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot."This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.”

“Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.”

“But his arms are there to comfort me, and eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. 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. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him "Real.”

“He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.”

“Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.”