If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.

I don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.

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

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

Because there might come a day when there is no flashlight, there is no gun, there is no guiding hand. And I want to be ready for it." (divergent pg.138)

I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.