Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

The guilt of newborns is immense.

A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music

The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion.

We are the pioneers of the world

The most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch someone else do it wrong without comment

Well, God knows you're barely standing but you've got to carry this heavy load.

Those who love the young best stay young longer.

Democrats in state legislatures are at their lowest level since the 1920s. President Obama has a can't-miss strategy to save the party in 2016. He's leaving.

Today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.

The moment that changed me for ever was the moment my first child was born. I was happy, filled with hope, and thought, 'Now I understand the whole point of work, of life, of love.

Nothing outside of my child is important

He hasn't accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread, is fighting hard to kill me.