Kylie

“Remember?" he asks. "This is where you kissed me."
So the heavy dose of morphling administered after the whipping wasn't enough to erase that from his consciousness. "I didn't think you'd remember that," I say.
"Have to be dead to forget. Maybe even not then," he tells me. "Maybe I'll be like that man in 'The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer." Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery. It's a surprising flavour for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. "I knew you'd kiss me."
"How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself.
"Because I'm in pain," he says. "That's the only way I get your attention." He picks up the box. "Don't worry, Katniss. It'll pass." He leaves me before I can answer.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female...
I am going back into the arena.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games