“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”

“... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...”

“you cannot teach artyou cannot make a soul”

“after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art”

“I see you kneeling in churchstained only by colored windows”

“The only difference between you and a dream is I havent woken up with you”

“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”

“He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.”

“Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as...”

“I just stood there, like a grain of sand amongst amillion others on a beach.”