“Peeta looks at the glass again and puts it together. "You mean this will make me puke?" My prep team laughs hysterically. "Of course, so you can keep eating," says Octavia. "I've been in there twice already. Everyone does it, or else how would you have any fun at a feast?”

“When she says, 'How can you ask if I love you? Look at all I've done with you. What else would you call it?'That kind of love-the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together-that's the kind that lasts.”

“Hear me out. Would you eat a hamburger if there was any chance it could punch you in the face?- How is a hamburger supposed to punch me in the face?Just say that it can. Would you bother? Or would you eat something else?”

“It's easy to make me laugh, you can make me laugh, anyone can make me laugh, but that certainly does not mean you can make me do anything.”

“Another person, more or less, thinking I'm crazy wasn't going to make me lose sleep. But the look I got from Mr. Shaw wasn't "she's a whack-job," it was more like "hmmm.""What else can you do?"Now it was my turn to stare. "Uh, well, I have a freakshow ability to fall through spirals into other times. Is that what you mean?""Must be a little disconcerting, that.""A little. The puking's fun though." Mr. Shaw laughed. I'd made the man laugh. Score one for the Clocker.”

“Of course, I’ve told Jesus to suck it, too, which earned me a certain measure of notoriety, because you have to make fun of any religion that would let you have sixteen kids and say it’s God’s will.”