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“Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and hold it out to me. It is an old and rarely use gesture of our district, occasionally seen a funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.”
― Suzanna Collins

“Hermes?" I stammered. "Hello, Percy. Didn't recognize me without my jogging clothes?" "Uh..." I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to kneel or buy stamps from him or what.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters

“Then there's Peeta just a few yards away. He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, I can hardly recognize him. But his smile is the same weather in mud or in the Capital and when I see it, I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms.”
― Suzanne Collins

“You know, they're not the only ones who can form alliances," I say. For a moment, no response. Then one of Rue's eyes edges around the trunk. "You want me for an ally?" -page 200
Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.
"You blew up he food?" She whispers.
"Every last bit," I say.
"You have to win," she says.
"I'm going to. Going to win for both of us now," I promise... "Don't go." Rue tightens her grip on my hand. "Course not. Staying right here," I say. I move in closer to her, pulling her head into my lap. I gently brush the dark, thick hair back behind her ear.
"Sing," she says, but I barley catch the word...
It's old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promise tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today.”
― Suzanna Collins