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.

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

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?

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

Fury reigns down on those who ignore in the wisdom of fear itself.

To give anything less than your best, is to sacrifice the gift.

I do not recall a Jewish home without a book on the table.

Which is the greater merit, to enlighten the human race, which remains forever, or to save one's fatherland, which is perishable?

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

I don't outline at all; I don't find it useful, and I don't like the way it boxes me in. I like the element of surprise and spontaneity, of letting the story find its own way.

Before men can find peace and harmony within themselves they must first fall in love with their country.

Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.

I'm not a trend person. I don't want to look to my right and see somebody in the same thing.

I don't know why it is that the religious never ascribe common sense to God.