“You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.”

“If you don't have a date
Celebrate
Go out and sit on the lawn
And do nothing
'Cause it's just what you must do
Nobody does it anymore.”

“After acting for so many years, do you know who you are anymore? Because actors are liars basically, you lie about who you are to an audience.”

“There are 80,000 prostitutes in London alone and what are they, if not bloody sacrifices on the altar of monogamy?”

“There’s a thing the children say.
—What do the children say?
—They say: Will you always love me?
—Always.
—Will you always remember me?
—Always.
—Will you remember me a year from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Will you remember me two years from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Will you remember me five years from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Knock, knock.
—Who’s there?
—You see?”

“If you want to see what children can do, you must stop giving them things.”

“Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.”

“Your Dollar is your only Word,
The wrath of it your only fear.
You build it altars tall enough
To make you see, but your are blind;
You cannot leave it long enough
To look before you or behind.”

“We mourned with you then in brotherhood,
And I'll weep with you now for those whose names
Burn on your monuments like altar flames.”

“Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?”