She walks away, and I am too stunned to follow her. At the end of the hallways she turns and says, "Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It's delicious." She smiles a strange, twisted smile, and adds," I love you, you know." And then she's gone. I stand alone in the blue light coming from the lamp above me, and I understand: She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallways. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was a dauntless.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.

I would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.

...there is power in self-sacrifice.

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

Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.