It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I don't know. I don't know.Please.-Tris, DivergentCan I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.-Tris, Allegiant.

I don’t know how long I tis before we get cold again, and huddle under the blanket together.-It’s getting more difficult to be wise. – He says,laughing into my ear.I smile at him. – I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.

If someone offers you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it. I know that without having learned it from anyone.

I like to hurt people too. I can make the cruelest choice. The difference is, sometimes I don't, and you always do, and that makes you evil.

You're not very nice,' I say, grinning.'You're one to talk.'Hey, I could be nice if I tried.'Hmm.' He taps his chin. 'Say something nice, then.'You're very good-looking.'He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. 'I like this 'nice' thing.

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.'We stay in the silence and the loneliness of the otherwise empty dormitory for a few more minutes, and I try to let her words work themselves into me.

You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.

Doing a little at once can fix something, eventually, but I feel like when you believe something is truly a problem, you throw everything you have at it, because you just can't help yourself.