“Let the games begin!”

“Let the Hunger Games Begin!”

“Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.”

“pwee pwee”

“don't expect us to be too impressed, we just saw Finnik Odair in his underwear!”

“Ladies and gentlemen....."His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!”

“We can't be friends. That never works. I'd have to be all careful and brave and pathetic, you'd feel guilty all the time and you'd start being nice in weird fake ways to make up for it.' She was starting to cry, but she felt free, she felt relieved as you can only feel when you have wrecked yourself on the rocks and don't have to worry about navigating anymore.”