Four: Be brave Tris. The first time is always the hardest.

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

Guilt [is] a tool, rather than a weapon against the self.

He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

The person you became with her is worth being.