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

I look older. Maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that I wear all that has happened like a mask. Either way, I always thought I would be happy when I stopped looking like a child. But all I feel is a lump in my throat. I am no longer the daughter my parents knew. They will never know me as I am now.

I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".

It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.

Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life

What?" I ask. "I'm developing a theory." "And it is?" She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, "That you have a death wish.

He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.