I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.

I notice, however, that Peter only pretends to inject himself—when he presses the plunger down, the fluid runs down his throat, and he wipes it casually with a sleeve. I wonder what it feels like to volunteer to forget everything.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.

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

Arrogance is one of the flaws in the Erudite heart -- I know. It is often in mine.

It would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to each person working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.