"I'll be your family now," he says.

Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.

His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

I love the Wikipedia link chain because it has led me into some strange articles. Wikipedia is one of my favorites.

she sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.' 'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning. 'Fair enough.

You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.