Here's all I know: that the world is uncontrollable. Chaos reigns. That anything and everything might be possible. I won't subscribe to any rational system again. Nothing will bind me.

Why do you need to fly so much?” she asked. “If I don’t, it’ll catch up with me.” The words just came out. “What will?” I took my hands from my face, panting. I stared out at the storm. “Unhappiness.

I poo poo the chit.' The attendant looked stunned. 'You cannot poo-poo the chit!' I do.' Kate said solemnly. 'I do poo-poo.' We'll walk.

I'm cursed with this puritanical streak that makes me want everything to be about something. It's a terrible affliction.

You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good.

You've no fear of heights," puffed the girl. "None," I said. "I've heard that about you.

The world of 'The Hunger Games' is a paranoid survivalist's dream.