“This is the closest we will ever come to love.”

“Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.”

“Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.”

“We love you Effie!”

“Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!”

“Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.”

“I'm relieved Peeta's alive. I tell myself again that if I get killed, his winnings will benefit my mother and Prim the most. This is what I tell myself to explain the conflicting emotions that arise when I think of Peeta. The gratitude that he game an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face-to-face at any moment in this arena.”