I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Got that gun?” Peter says to Tobias. “No,” says Tobias, “I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, too bad for you, anyway," says Eric quietly as… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“I was beginning to feel that I had finally found a place to stay, a place that was not so unstable or corrupt or… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“He acts so tough that he’s probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something. Overcompensating.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Mas lembre-se, já agora, que por vezes as pessoas que oprimimos tornam-se mais poderosas do que nós gostaríamos.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“am aware of how little space there is between us—six inches at most. That space feels charged with electricity. I feel like it should… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Oh, good,” I say, a sour taste in my mouth. “Heroism is what I was focused on. Not, you know, trying not to die.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Caleb frowns at him. "How old are you, anyway?" "Eighteen." "And you don't think you're too old to be with my little sister?" Tobias… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
