I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.
Veronica RothI canโt answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dogโs eyes in the aptitude test โ a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I canโt lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
Veronica RothHe moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.
Veronica Roth