All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my face, to the wall behind me or the ceiling above me, to everything but me. I am too stunned to be angry. “I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say. “Who cares about everyone? What about me?

Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them.

Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.

The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.

Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them