Oh, yes. She’s still here,” Maxon said, not letting his eyes wander from Gavril’s face. “And I plan on keeping her here for quite a while.

America, there’s no question that you’ve had my heart from the beginning. By now you have to know that

Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.

All the talk in the world won't undo what we are. They put us in a corner we could never get out of on our own, and they're not in a rush to pull us out.

Any girl who would risk her life for someone she loves certainly deserves to be called a lady.

Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?