These poems are a mental sketch as formed / Passage by passage of light and shade / Maintained and preserved to this point / Brought together in paper and mineral ink

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

But no words will change my desire / My determination born of love / My will to set my eccentric sight / On an ever exquisite dawn

Everyone calls him BlockheadNo one sings his praisesOr takes him to heart...That is the kind of personI want to be

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

The food industry profits from providing poor quality foods with poor nutritional value that people eat a lot of.

I was a terrific liar as a child, and I believe my lies. So it's a natural step into acting.

I must write the book out in my head now, before I sit down.

One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

Don't believe that winning is really everything. It's more important to stand for something. If you don't stand for something, what do you win?

Of the opinions of philosophy I most gladly embrace those that are most solid, that is to say, most human and most our own; my opinions, in conformity with my conduct, are low and humble.

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.

In the long run, nothing can withstand reason and experience, and the contradiction religion offers to both is palpable.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.