Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.

My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.

Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.

I know that I'll be writing for young adults for a long time. Mostly because I just love the readers and the teachers and librarians that I interact with.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.

Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.