His face and arms are so artfully disguised as to be invisible. I kneel beside him. “I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.” Peeta smiles. “Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

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?

Know yourself. Be authentic. Have courage.

Every casting director I've met is a woman.

Away with all ideals. Let each individual act spontaneously from the forever incalculable prompting of the creative wellhead within him. There is no universal law.

You don't have to make excuses for God.

High School made me realize that the people who say they will never change, are always the ones who change the most.

Fear arises sooner than anything else.

For rarely man escapes his destiny. [It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

June smiled. "So what will it be? Safety, or a future of pain and possibility?"

Our only reliable source of strength is the goodness of our hearts. Our only foundation for coming to terms with the suffering of the times is our innate need to be decent human beings.

So then I though I'd make some plans, but Fire thought she'd really rather be Water instead.