“Black is my Power! I am Gold for Purple. Gold of my Wisdom as well as my wealth! Purple is my dignity. The wisdom of my wealth is the dignity of my authority as I authorize my influence-ability. Progress I make as the Sage of the stage andages with the Sagacity of Sage. My perfection I excel, the stage of perfection I rule as I write the script of success. The finest architecture is still in the mind, put your design in black and white.”

“I am billionaire bold bright omnipotent lively determined to go within to win opening my omnific eyes to realize wisdom innovation naturalizes…My cascading flow of financial love lavishly streams gold bars as I realize gold is intrinsic wealth as my intuitive imagination is my intrinsic innovations…”

“I promise to remain faithfully beside you. I pledge to conquer faults; perfect my character. I vow to deserve you.I declare you're my dream, my fervent wish fulfilled. I offer my past wealth and future promises. I swear to keep your trust."I commit my soul's fire and my body's force. I profess I am forever bound to your heart. I proclaim I am yours.”

“You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living.But… If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist… then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.”

“What have I to give my Lord? Just what the wise men gave. Gold—all the things that are wealth to me: money and health and strength and friends. Frankincense—the first intensity of my heart's love and loyalty. Myrrh—my sorrows, my hurts, my trials—and my power to suffer. When I give Him these, I give Him all. And He is worthy.”

“Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.”