Any idiot can stand in front of a target," I say. "It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as… — 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
Eric walks toward me, and I back away by instinct. I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I hold the gun out from my body, my arms straight, just as Four taught me, when that was his only name.… — 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
