Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So I only say, "So what should we do with our last few days?" "I just want to spend every possible minute… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.” Annie, who's on Johanna's other side,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Agreed," I say. "It's going to be a long hour." "Maybe not that long," says Peeta." what was that you were saying… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“No problem," Gale replies. "I wake up ten times a night anyway." "To make sure Katniss is still here?" asks Peeta. "Something… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Katniss: 'What about you? Ive seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour'. I snap at him… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I say we try it,' says Peeta. 'Katniss is right.' Finnick looks at Johanna and raises his eyebrows. He will not go… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off. Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252) — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.”… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Jackson has devised a game called "Real or Not Real" to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or .… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Johanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. “How’d you lose Mags?” “In the fog. Finnick had Peeta.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta." Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Finally, Peeta turns to Pollux. "Well, then you just became our most valuable asset." Castor laughs and Pollux manages a smile. We're… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
