Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.

I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.

Your daughter is doing well here. I've been overseeing her training." Since when does "overseeing" include throwing knives at me and scolding me at every opportunity?

In 'Insurgent' we realise how large the world really is

I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?

In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark

And I provide much- needed eye candy.