Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic." "That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-

I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me -- the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies?

I forgot my watch. Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsides, that is what I most regret. Not coming here in the first place - that seemed like an obvious choice - but my bare wrist, which makes it impossible for me to know how long I have been sitting in this room. My back aches, which is some indication, but it is not definite enough.

What irritates me most about him is his natural goodness, his inborn selflessness.