I'm going to shoot a muffin off Marlene's head.

We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

A breeze blows through the alley, pushing me to one side, and I think of scaling the Ferris wheel with Tobias. He kept me steady then. There is no one left to keep me steady now.

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

I don't see any elderly people in the crowd. Are there any old Dauntless? Do they not last that long, or are they just sent away when they can't jump off moving trains anymore?

What do--" Tobias's voice. Tobias! "Oh my God. Oh--" "Spare me your blubbering, okay? Peter says. "She's not dead; she's just paralyzed. It'll only last for about a minute. Now get ready to run." I don't understand. How does Peter know? "Let me carry her," Tobias says. "No. You're a better shot than I am. Take my gun. I'll carry her.