We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?

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

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

I am still the person who would have died rather than kill you

Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.

Some people believe that I will go nowhere, and maybe they're right, but maybe they're not.

One choice can transform you!