Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.

Be careful, though." "Aren't I always?" "No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?" "Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.