Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

"Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree."

"You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me."

"You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real."

"Knowing it and seeing it are two different things."

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

"Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena."

"Some walks you have to take alone."

"I must have loved you a lot."

"But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you."

"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."

"Knowing it and seeing it are two different things."

"I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always,"he murmurs."

"Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena."

"Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear."

"A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces 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."

"You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."

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

"Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!"

"Ally."Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up."