My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.

There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. "What's your name?" "Um..." I don't know why I hesitate. But "Beatrice" just doesn't sound right anymore. "Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. " You don't get to pick again." A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly.

I ignore my fear,” he says. “When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn’t exist.” I stare at him for a second. I can’t help it. To me there’s a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear, as he does.

Desperation can make a person do surprising things.

I am a naturally curious person. -Tris