It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

I've done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.

Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

I'm not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.

People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.

Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’ ‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’ ‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.