That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you." "I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.

You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

Not writing is as important as writing - go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.

Some things are hard to let go of.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.