How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

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.

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

The star-crossed lovers

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

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.

Always remember, a cat looks down on man, a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man right in the eye and see his equal.

A fig for those by law protected!Liberty's a glorious feast!Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest!

We can't do without dominating others or being served.... The essential thing, in sum, is being able to get angry without the other person being able to answer back.

Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.

My thing in high school was being the tallest kid in class. Always. I was always the tallest kid in class.

I had a hard time in middle school. I was never really quite me until I was 16 or 17, and things like bullying didn't matter anymore.

It takes a lot of adrenaline and fear to make me actually write.

I've never really been one to stop and smell the roses.

As a Marxist, let me add: if anyone tells you Lacan is difficult, this is class propaganda by the enemy.

It is less the business of the novelist to tell us what happened than to show how it happened.