You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?' 'I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.' He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks.

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

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

Change, like healing, takes time.

But I think that no matter how smart, people usually see what they're already looking for, that's all.

I feel empty, not because of sadness, but because of relief, all the tension flowing out of me.

I love the Wikipedia link chain because it has led me into some strange articles. Wikipedia is one of my favorites.