Guilt [is] a tool, rather than a weapon against the self.

Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

Writing means not just staring ugliness in the face, but finding a way to embrace it.

Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

When I look at the Abnegation lifestyle as an outsider, I think it’s beautiful. When I watch my family move in harmony; when we go to dinner parties and everyone cleans together afterward without having to be asked; when I see Caleb help strangers carry their groceries, I fall in love with this life all over again.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

But now I know how large the world is... Well. I suppose I have grown to large out of my faction. As a consequence.