I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.

I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt

All I want to say is that when you stop being delusional and start feeling desperate because you're too inept to figure this out on your own, you know who to come to.

Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.

Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.