My first instinct is to push you until you break just to see how hard I have to press.

By the time we leave, I have red lips and curled eyelashes, and I’m wearing a bright red dress. And there’s a knife strapped to the inside of my knee. This all makes perfect sense.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

You know what mom told me once? She said that everyone has some evil inside them, and the first step to loving anyone is to recognize the same evil in ourselves, so we're able to forgive them.

Independent and uninvolved. Must be nice. -Tris

So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.