I swear the sparrows called us ten kinds of idiot when we did it.
Men died as she watched, and they didn't care about what they had fought for.
I am not wise, but I can always learn.
One of the things I strive for is realism. I need to be as real as possible in the dilemmas my characters face.
She rides as a man, goes unveiled as a man, fights as a man. Let her prove herself worthy as a man, worthy of her weapons and of our friendship.
Tris: "I was reading." Sandry: "You're always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt." Tris: "Then maybe they shouldn't talk to me.