Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.

I take a deep breath. I'm not sure where that swell of desperation came from, but know that I've acknowledge it, it's impossible to ignore, like a living thing has awakened from a long sleep inside me. It writhes in my stomach and throat. I need to leave. I need the truth.

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

A sob racks my body again, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I find it difficult to breathe, but it doesn't matter. My dignified weeping gives way to full-on ugliness, my mouth open and my face contorted and sounds like a dying animal coming from my throat. If this continues I will break apart, and maybe that would be better, maybe it would be better to shatter and bear nothing.

Tris," said tobias. "I love you

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt