catching-fire

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?_ I say.__ don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,_ he says.__ou should wake me,_ I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.__t's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,_ he says. __'m okay once I realize you're here.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

Let the spark in you catch fire and burn into the air, so that it may light up the sky.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude _ that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.