Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of 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.

Maybe Oliver Stone doesn't lend himself well to remakes or sequels, because he does them so well the first time.

Something which we think is impossible now is not impossible in another decade.

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

One of my professors said to me once, "Any god that can be killed off will be killed, but if I can shake up your faith in your god, it means you already don't have much of a god."

There are hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

The most human thing about us is our technology.

My style was impetuous, my defenses were impregnable, and I was ferocious.

All who act upon their highest motivations become a power for good. Know that every right thing you do - every good word you say - every positive thought you think - has a good effect.

His smile bore the same relation to a real smile as false teeth do to real teeth.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.