Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

It is impossible to erase my choices.

I used to go outside every day and invent these elaborate worlds and scenarios in my head, and when I grew too old for playing pretend, I started to write everything down instead.

It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.

Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

There's really no way to be perfect. Perfectionism is a silly trait to have, so in a lot of ways that inspired the world of 'Divergent,' in which everyone is striving toward that ideal and falling short of it.

The shouts of triumph become infectious, and I lift my voice to join in, running toward my teammates. Christina holds the flag up high, and everyone clusters around her, grabbing her arm to lift the flag even higher. I can't reach her, so I stand off to the side, grinning. A hand touches my shoulder. "Well done," Four says quietly.