Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.

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.

It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

Take away someone’s fear, or low intelligence, or dishonesty . . . and you take away their compassion. Take away someone’s aggression and you take away their motivation, or their ability to assert themselves. Take away their selfishness and you take away their sense of self-preservation.

My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.