Greeting to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed," he says. "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls!