I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

Evil depends on where you're standing.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

Courageous? Courageous would have been admitting weakness and leaving Dauntless, no matter what shame accompanied it. Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.

I'm not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.