He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You don’t have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You’ve already got me.

Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.

I won't lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop.

Also, I didn’t trust any guy who used more styling products than I did.

Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.

Honor, I thought. For real: the guardians should have taught it. Because I hadn't learned it.