I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

He doesn’t scowl, but his mouth is so tense that I know he’s angry with me. 'Don’t be an idiot,' he says. 'An idiot?' Is he talking about the blanket? 'You were lying.

I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

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

Why is your heart racing Tris?

Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton

We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.