How are you managing? And don't say you're fine." It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

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.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

The star-crossed lovers

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

My scars teach me that I am stronger than what caused them.

The problem with taxation is that authors can't write off whiskey as a business expense.

When I rode the train west, I went looking for something, but I didn't see anything wonderful.I didn't see anything better than what I already had.Home.

Within the hearts men, loyalty and consideration are esteemed greater than success.

My left descending septal branch artery decided to close without consultation with any of my other organs. It happened on Saint Patrick's Day, 1978.

I can deal with your judgment, because I've always marched to the beat of my own drummer--ever since i cut my camp shirt into a halter top.

Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.

I'd address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.

I often say now I don't have any choice whether or not I have Parkinson's, but surrounding that non-choice is a million other choices that I can make.

How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always ducked when someone threw a gun at him?