They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

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.

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.

Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.

Total confusion, disconnected nothing, absolute bewilderment. It's an enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed in a burrito, and smothered in taco sauce.

Maybe we can show government how to operate better as a result of better architecture. Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.

I don't think of anyone as a 'groupie.' People who connect with my music are just inspiring and amazing.

History viewed from the inside is always a dark, digestive mess, far different from the easily recognizable cow viewed from afar by historians.

My view of the afterlife is that it's made of different levels, depending on how spiritual a life we live.

I had one family that used a lot of yelling and screaming, and that was very normal. Another side of my family, nobody would raise their voice at all.

I'm not white. Why should I care about the future of white societies

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

There cannot be a cause without an effect, the present must have had its cause in the past and will have its effect in the future.