Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

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.

Every universe I’ve created lately, your face keeps popping up in it.

Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.

As long as I can apply my craft, I'm happy.

I like what looks good on me and, as a result, I don't find myself drawn to one specific designer all the time.

Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud.

The true athlete should have character, not be a character

Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help.

Make the decision to love this day, this place, this moment, this special experience of life with the people around you. And there will be so very much to love.

Don't underestimate kindess, gentleness and patience in a man.

The Poet in his ArtMust intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.