What makes you different, makes you dangerous.

I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

Writing means not just staring ugliness in the face, but finding a way to embrace it.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

I will be my undoing, If I become my obsession. I will forget the ones I love, If I do not serve them. I will war with others, If I refuse to see them. Therefore, I choose to turn away From my reflection, To rely not on myself But on my brothers and sisters, To project always outward Until I disappear [And only God remains.]

He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.