You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

That dot covers all the places we've ever been. You could cut that piece of land out of the ground and sing it into this ocean and no one would even notice. I feel that fear again, the fear of my own size. 'Right. So?' 'So? So everything I've ever worried about or said or done, how can it possibly matter?' He shakes his head. 'It doesn't.' 'Of course it does,' I say, 'All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter.

Just do what you're supposed to.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

You're the one who has to live with your choice, everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will

I see love developing from friendship. Common ground is a strong basis for friendship. My husband is my best friend and we have a lot in common even though we're admittedly different people. I think it evolves from how I see relationships working. You know, the opposites attract thing happens all the time, but so does the best friends thing. It's just a great kind of relationship in fiction.

A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.