Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,” I say.
“So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?”
“Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.”
And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

“No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.”

“What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the pr…”

“So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt,…”

“All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful ar…”