She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

Inquisitiveness is self-serving, Johanna. -Marcus Eaton

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

But now I know how large the world is... Well. I suppose I have grown to large out of my faction. As a consequence.

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.