Veronica Roth

Sleep," he says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.""With what?""My bar hands, obviously."In the moments before i drift off to sleep, i hear him whisper, "I love you, Tris.

She is a woman of muscle twisted around bone.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

(...) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

It's not often you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest parts of someone. It's not comfortable when you do.

I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

It is impossible to erase my choices.

You're the one who has to live with your choice," she says. "Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

If we're afraid to be ourselves, then who are we? Where's there left to hide?But if we could concur that fear, we just might be strong, powerful. We just might be unstoppable.

Killing you is not the worst thing they can do to you," I say. "Controlling you is.

I open my eyes and for the first time stare openly at my own reflection. My heart rate picks up as I do, like I am breaking the rules and will be scolded for it. It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else. _Looking at myself now isn__ like seeing myself for the first time; it__ like seeing someone else for the first time. Beatrice was a girl I saw in stolen moments at the mirror, who kept quiet at the dinner table. This is someone whose eyes claim mine and don__ release me; this is Tris.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

Damn,' someone behind me says. 'I was hoping we would get to scrape some Stiff pancake off the pavement later.

no wonder you left."Yeah," i say, rolling my eyes. " It was just because of the food.

It's not cruelty, maybe, but a desire to understand that motivates them.

Thank you for your honesty," Niles says. The Candor repeat the phrase under their breath. All around me are the words "Thank you for your honesty" at different volumes and pitches, and my anger begins to dissolve.

- It doesn't do anything obvious. But it might be able to do something in here. - Then she touched her hand to her heart. - Beautiful things sometimes do.

Why is your heart racing Tris?