“I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.”

“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”

“You have a... remarkable memory.""I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.”

“We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.”

“I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.”

“Hes dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if hed be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.”

“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”

“He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.”

“I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?”