“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
Ed: “She’s a very good person, I think that people know that she’s nice. I respected her as a musician and when I met her I just respected her as an individual.”
Taylor: “We wrote several times and the first time we wrote we sat in a hotel room in like, I think Arizona, and we just wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and just like, laughed and had the best time and became really close friends.”