Whoa there, Tobias, says the man to my left. Weren't you raised a Stiff? I thought the most you people did was... graze hands or something.Then how do you explain all the Abnegation children? Tobias r...
What's worse: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?
What do we do? Fernando asks.I step toward the Candor. Maybe they aren’t programmed to shoot. I stare into the glazed eyes of a woman in a white blouse and black slacks. She looks like she just came f...
To me there's a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear, as he does.
There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.
The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire.Don't say I never took you anywhere nice, Peter says.Wouldn't dream of it, I say.
The fact is, Cara continues, the data network exists, and that is ethically questionable, but I believe it can work to our advantage here. Just as the computers can access data from other factions, th...
Relax Beatrice, I've driven a car before.' MARCUS'I've done a lot of things before, but that doesn't mean I'm any good at them!' TRIS
Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them.
My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.
Looks like someone had a mood swing. She rolls her eyes. Like you don’t want toknow what his fears are. He acts so tough that he’s probably afraid of marshmallowsand really bright sunrises or somethin...
Lies require commitment.
Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatin...
Learning how to think in the midst of fear is a lesson that everyone needs to learn.
I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.
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.
I know that I am birdlike, made narrow and small as if for taking flight, built straight-waisted and fragile. But when he touches me like he can't bear to take his hand away, I don't wish I was any di...
I know some things--I know that I'm not alone, that I have friends, that I'm in love. I know that I don't want to die, and for me that's something--more than I could have said a few weeks ago.
I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own.Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?Terrified, he replies with a smile.
I do trust you, is what I want to say. But it isn't true -- I didn't trust him to love me despite the terrible things I had done. I don't trust anyone to do that, but that isn't his problem; it's mine...