To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Prim, who no one could help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
Suzanne CollinsWarmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
Suzanne CollinsSo Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?โ asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. โI donโt see that it makes that much difference. Theyโll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.
Suzanne Collins