Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.

Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing.' 'Well,' he says, 'I would only go if there was cake.

I also don't believe that whatever come after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions-that sounds too much like an Erudite afterlife to me, all accuracy and no feeling.

Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich