Isaac:Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.
Augustus Waters: Seventeen.
Isaac:I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard.

Isaac: I’m telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.

Isaac:Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.

Augustus Waters: Seventeen.

Isaac:I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard.

Isaac: I’m telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.



"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings," he say’s. "Real or not real?" 
"Real," I say. "But people don’t need wings to survive." 
"Mockingjays do.”

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings," he say’s. "Real or not real?" 

"Real," I say. "But people don’t need wings to survive." 

"Mockingjays do.”