Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

I used to think about giving my life up for things, but I didn't understand what 'giving your life' really was until it was right there, about to be taken from me

Not writing is as important as writing - go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.

Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?" "Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.

That is how it feels. Like everything between us is twisted together, friendship and love and family, so I cant tell the difference between any of them.

At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.