The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.

I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself … I can’t love her.

"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."

Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.

I should wonder what courage—which is the virtue they most value—has to do with a metal ring through your nostril.

We believe in bravery. We believe in taking action. We believe in freedom from fear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive. If you also believe in those things, we welcome you.

Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic." "That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-