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

It must be because you're so approachable", I say flatly. "You know, like a bed of nails." He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice. Heat rushes into my cheeks. What will happen when this tension breaks? But he just says, "Careful, Tris.

He's one of the last friends I have," she says, her voice breaking. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at you the same way again.

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

She smiles.Her teeth are crooked. If I knocked them out,I might be doing her a favor.

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.