She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.

What's this about flashing underwear?" says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. "Whatever it is, I'm in.

Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up

I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.

I feel acutely aware of how young I am. In a way that is good. It's productive. It makes me realise that I should be growing as a writer and a person.

Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.