“So Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?” asks Caesar.Haymitch shrugs. “I don’t see that it makes that much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.”

“I don’t believe in signs. I believe in words, and action, and doing. And what you’re doing is sitting and waiting and that is one hundred percent unacceptable.”

“I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” Itell Mrs. Garcia.She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.”

“People think that being a wifey and a mom is supposed to be enough to satisfy you one hundred percent. But I know how it feels to still want more.”

“Fifty percent of something is better than than one hundred percent of nothing.”

“If you enjoyed laughing in the face of death, you might like to have a crack at High Saffron. One hundred merits, and all you have to do is take a look.' 'I understand there's a one hundred percent fatality rate?' 'True. But up until the moment of death there was a one hundred percent survival rate. Really, I shouldn't let anything as meaningless as statistics put you off.”