Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.

I get up, because I’m supposed to, but if it were up to me, I’d stay in my seat for the rest of time.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

His absence will haunt their hallways, and he will be a space they can't fill. And then time will pass, and the hole will be gone, like when an organ is removed and the body's fluids flow into the space it leaves. Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.

I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.