No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me.

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

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.

Here's some advice. Stay alive.

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

The author who benefits you most is not the one who tells you something you did not know before, but the one who gives expression to the truth that has been dumbly struggling in you for utterance.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

You'll know you're doing something right if you feel you don't know what you're doing... if you know what you are doing, you are doing it right- but you might just repeating yourself...

Race remains a potent and often divisive force in our society.

I went to a bookstore the other day. I asked a woman behind the counter where the self-help books were. She said, ‘If I told you, that would defeat the whole purpose.’

[The politicians] become nothingness and they don't do the job that they got elected to do. And it happens time and time again.

I never go perform somewhere alone. I've done that since day one. I've always taken other comics with me.

Goods are displayed by thousands of shopkeepers with a sense of beauty that finds no other outlet.

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

I seal that which was not to be said in the tomb that I become.