We're victors, remember? We're the ones who can survive anything they throw at us

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.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

Choose your words meticulously and then let them rumble up from some deep furnace of conviction.

My only chance is to pretend it's a day like any other

If poisons were ponies, I'd put my money on cyanide.

I always saw myself as really ugly. My father even told me I was ugly because I would shave my head and look like a boy.

Sometimes a change of perspective is all it takes to see the light.

I was a student in the Department of Anthropology. At that time, they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between anybody. They may be teaching that still.

High among the unpredictable variables that endanger the survival of worthy buildings are the vagaries of taste.

I think we fall in love and become adults and become citizens in a way by writing stories about ourselves.

I would be lost without baseball. I don't think I could stand being away from it as long as I was alive.

Next to the very young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish.