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

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

And he would put his arms around her and hold her, but he had no idea what to tell her. In his mind, Gregor knew how to kill things, not bring them back ti life.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.