I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

“As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out o…”

“Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. …”

“I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip…”

“Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place whe…”