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

I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself.

You're too important to just... die.

No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?" "And a half," he says.

The truth has a way of changing people's plans.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.