I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

You're not very nice," I say, grinning. "You're one to talk." "Hey, I could be nice if I tried." "Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then." "You're very good-looking." He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.

I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

What thought or message would you put in a fortune cookie? "Stop reading this. Eat the cookie and live your life.

Tris," said tobias. "I love you

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.