Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’ ‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’ ‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

Human reason can excuse any evil.

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

The gun goes off. I fall.

Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

Arrogance is one of the flaws in the Erudite heart -- I know. It is often in mine.