I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.

A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.

Seeing people who are actually reading your book and listening to the wide variety of reactions they have to it, is really special.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.

Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, too bad for you, anyway," says Eric quietly as he clicks the bullet into its chamber. My lungs burn; I haven't breathed in almost a minute. I see Tobias's hand twitch in the corner of my eye, but my hand is already on my gun. I press the barrel to Eric's forehead. His eyes widen, and his face goes slack, and for a second he looks like another sleeping Dauntless soldier. My index finger hovers over the trigger. "Get your gun away from his head," I say. "You won't shoot me," Eric replies. "Interesting theory. " I say.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.