Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. - Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

"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."

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

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

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

"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."