Do you know him well?" I ask.I am too curious; I always have been. "Everyone knows Four," she says. "We were initiates… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Why did you do it?" I say. "You want me dead. You were willing to do it yourself! What changed?" He presses… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
When I look at him, I don't see the cowardly young man who sold me out to Jeanine Matthews, and i don't… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we… — 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
