“Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252)”

“His face and arms are so artfully disguised as to be invisible. I kneel beside him. “I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.” Peeta smiles. “Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”

“Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”

“Katniss! Katniss! I can hear my name called from all sides. Everyone wants my kisses.”

“The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.”

“Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first."Of course I do.Gale.”

“What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?”