I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good when really it's for there own good.

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.

People who boast about age are actually forgetting something special. Age is not barrier to or elevator to success that’s the job of vision.

She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.

If you don't believe in yourself, who will?

The ultimate freedom for creative groups is the freedom to experiment with new ideas.

Men and women have roles - their roles are different, but their rights are equal.

I grew up like a boy, also because most of the children who came to our house were boys.

Essentially, he has been retired since he was 21.

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

Don't be afraid of pressure. Pressure is what transforms a lump of coal into a diamond.

I wrote Report from the Interior was that after I finished Winter Journal, I took a pause, and I realized there was more I wanted to say.