It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.

I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

I wonder if this is how is is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likable as good men.

Sometimes I just... want to see it again. Want to see you awake.

I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can't hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long - and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole.