...there is power in self-sacrifice.

That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.

I notice, however, that Peter only pretends to inject himself—when he presses the plunger down, the fluid runs down his throat, and he wipes it casually with a sleeve. I wonder what it feels like to volunteer to forget everything.

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

My first instinct is to push you until you break just to see how hard I have to press.

God Tris, are you even human?