Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

Evil and I are old adversaries. When we compete I hate to lose," Manny Bettencourt from Murder in the Pinelands

I also remember that my father was one of the people who voted to get the Dauntless out of the factionless sector of the city. He said the poor didn__ need policing; they needed help, and we could give it to them. But I would rather not mention that now, or here. It__ one of the many things Erudite gives as evidence of Abnegation__ incompetence.

McDonald, who was known to hate policemen, was once approached by two cops for a two-dollar donation. __e__e burying a policeman,_ one of them said, to which Mike responded, __ere__ ten dollars. Bury five of them.