Vikus looked at Luxa and opened his arms. She stood, still frozen, staring at him as if he were a complete stranger. "Luxa, it's your grandpa," said Gregor. It seemed like the best and most important thing to say at the moment. "It's your grandpa." Luxa blinked. A tiny tear formed at the corner of her eye. A battle took place on her face as she tried to stop the feelings rising up inside her. The feelings won, and to Gregor's great relief, she ran into Vikus's arms.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.

I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.

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