I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.

We can't be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can't be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.

People tend to overestimate my character," I say quietly. "They think that because I'm small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can't possibly be cruel. But they're wrong.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially