I’d rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction.

I have to admit that Christina is good—though I don’t like giving credit to Candor smart-mouths—and so is Peter—though I don’t like giving credit to future psychopaths.

It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.

In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.

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.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.