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

“Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.”

“She zips back to the podium, and I don't even have time to wish for Gale's safety when she's reading the name. "Peeta Mellark."Peeta Mellark!Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this name, although I have never spoken directly to its owner. Peeta Mellark.No, the odds are not in my favor today.”

“Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta."Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you." It could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist.Finnick:"Oh Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“Peeta would lose it if he knew I was thinking any of this, so I only say, “So what should we do with our last few days?”“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.”

“So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?""I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.”

“So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.”