Have I gone mad like Anne and no one has the heart to tell me? I wish someone would tell me, I feel crazy enough though.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

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

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

Sure thing, Gumdrop.

…she had no resources for solitude…

Of course he was required to wear a seat belt, just as he was required to give directions to a torture camp, because stupidity was the single abiding law of the universe.

I mean, Jane Wyman did a lot of silly parts for years and then all of a sudden went serious and was tremendous.

You have to be totally one hundred per cent committed to act. I do value everyone else's advice, but ultimately I have to listen to myself.

I never make moral judgments; I'm not qualified to do so. I am not a censor, a priest, or a politician.

I want to go to Sierra Leone with something - whether it's some sort of contribution to healthcare, or to the entertainment industry. My cousin is a nurse; we are talking about opening a clinic.

The nearest approach to immortality on earth is a government bureau.

Music like religion, unconditionally brings in its train all the moral virtues to the heart it enters, even though that heart is not in the least worthy.

I had many reasons for writing memoir but among them was the hope that every Latino child and adult would find something familiar in it.