“The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are.”

“Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy.”

“How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past?”

“Genuine poetry reminds us how little we truly know, it is a vehicle for discovery, not a conduit for omniscience.”

“The point is not how we use a tool, but how it uses us.”

“I am grateful to some pens that are as sharp as a sword edge; they taught me how to go on calmly and smiling.”

“Life more often teaches us how to perfect our weaknesses than how to develop our strengths.”

“Freedom! That belabored word! It is a big, empty word, and yet, when some experience reminds us what freedom is, how clear and particular its meaning becomes, how unspeakably sweet, and full!”

“The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person…”

“There is nothing left to us but to see how we may be approved of Him, and how we may roll the weight of our weak souls in well-doing upon Him, who is God omnipotent.”