“I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.”

“I just... I just miss him. And hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must”

“I call him my friend, but in the last year it's seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don't want that. I don't want him in the arena where he'd be dead in a few days. I just... I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.”

“And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.”

“I miss him so badly it hurts.”

“So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark”

“It's just me and the Bane. And I'm fighting him because he killed all of those innocent mice and people, and I have to stop him. Not because Sandwich says so but because I say so.”