Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

A Dauntless Ferris wheel wouldn’t have cars. You would just hang on tight with your hands, and good luck to you.

It's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.

If utopian fiction became the new trend, I wouldn't read it.

I was still afraid of him, I knew, but in a different way - I was no longer a child, afraid of the threat my terrifying father posed to my safety. I was a man, afraid of the threat he posed to my character, to my future, to my identity.

What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

I'll say it one last time: Be brave.