Why is your heart racing Tris?

Without thinking, I grab Al's arm and squeeze it as tightly as I can. I just need something to hold on to. Blood runs down the side of Christina's face and splatters on the ground next to her cheek. This is the first time I have ever prayed for someone to fall unconscious.... Al frees his hand and pulls me tight to his side. I clench my teeth to keep from crying out.

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

Half of bravery is perspective.

I think romance is friendship and attraction sort of meeting together and that does influence what I'm writing a lot. I try to establish the attraction, obviously, but I also think it's important to show the characters having actual conversations about things other than their feelings for each other - and to develop their friendship on the page.

I think it's a human tendency that's been around for a while to try to be as good as possible to prove your worth.

Because life is not fair, Albert. And the world is conspiring against you.