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

I need the protection of seeming weak.

Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that "something" is a fake bathroom break.

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself … I can’t love her.

They died for me,” I say. That feels important

Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.