Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

I feel acutely aware of how young I am. In a way that is good. It's productive. It makes me realise that I should be growing as a writer and a person.

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.

I only came for Cake" -Tobias Eaton, Divergent