“For this, Love is enraged with me; Yet kills not. If I must example beTo future rebels, if the unborn Must learn by my being cut up and torn,Kill and dissect me, Love; for thisTorture against thine own end is:Racked carcasses make ill anatomies”

“He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not”

“If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?”

“I stand morally opposed to killing: war, executions, killing of the old and demented, the killing of children, unborn and born. . . . I believe that all of life is sacred and must be protected, especially in the vulnerable stages at the beginning of life and its end.”

“Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.”

“Explaining humor is a lot like dissecting a frog, you learn a lot in the process, but in the end you kill it.”