I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.

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

Four sits down on the edge of the carousel, leaning against a plastic horse's foot. His eyes lift to the sky, where there are no stars, only a round moon peking through a thin layer of clouds. The muscles in his arms are relaxed; his hand rests on the back of his neck. He looks almost comfortable, holding that gun to his shoulder. I close my eyes briefly. Why does he distract me so easily? I need to focus.

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage - in controlling something, period.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?' 'I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.