You promised you wouldn't tell her," she says, pointing at me. "What happened to protecting her?" "I changed my mind," I say. Tris laughs, harshly,"That's what you told him, that he would be protecting me? That's a pretty skillful manipulation. Well done.

I used to go outside every day and invent these elaborate worlds and scenarios in my head, and when I grew too old for playing pretend, I started to write everything down instead.

The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.

Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

The reason the factions were evil is because there was no way out of them. They gave us the illusion of choice without actually giving us a choice.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

And is it selfish of me to crave victory, or is it brave?