"My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other and the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I'll have to explain about the nightmares. Why they came. Why they won't ever really go away.
I'll tell how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after twenty years. But there are much worse games to play."