Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

“Want a sugar cube?” he says, offering his hand, which is piled high. “They’re supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They’ve got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick.”

Why did you do it, anyway?” he says. “I don’t know. To show them that I’m more than just a piece in their Games?” I say.