In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather.

“Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds are someone else will …”

“If you'd been taken by the Capitol, and hijacked, and then tried to kill Peeta,…”

“No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to …”

“The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that……”