Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.

Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.

You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

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

My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.

I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

Don't confuse your grief with guilt.