Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.
You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.
All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter.
No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.
Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.
Lynn smacks Uriah hard in the back of the head, Christina says, “Hey Tris!” and Uriah cries, “Ow! How on earth do you make a pillow hurt, Lynn?” “My exceptional strength,” she says.