No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.

She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

Education is a light for self awaken.

Value the effort you put forward. Be determined, committed, and involved.

Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

If you go to Hollywood, you've already sold out.

Chucky become a pandemic part of pop culture, definitely.

Obviously, as secretary of state, I had some of the most important secrets that we possess, such as going after bin Laden. So I am very committed to taking classified information seriously.

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

Love yourself down to the bone, down to the roof of your mouth. Leave no stone unturned, no cell unwanted. Love down to the blood no matter how fast it boils.

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.