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.

The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.

Smiling is mostly about smiling more.

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