The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.

Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.

Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and its been played on me twice.

No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?" "And a half," he says.

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.