I was born for Abegnation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But then I met 'her', and...I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision.

The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.

Change, like healing, takes time.

I'm not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind. "THAT'S why you like me!" I exclaim. "Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

If we truly detach from our childhood and abandon our inherent romanticism, then we shred any bit of humanity left in us.

Thou shalt not use the 140 characters limit as an excuse for bad grammar and/or incorrect spelling.

Self-denial is painful for a moment but very agreeable in the end.

My mom is really skinny, too. I got it from her. Ive never done yoga before.

I did three or four weeks of work on 'Godzilla' it wasn't a page-one rewrite or anything like that. The term is 'script doctoring,' is what I did on it.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.

It's just writing about things, feelings, not that we're dark or depressed...just as much as anyone else is.

It's a great thing when you feel that you recognize yourself, deeply and movingly, in a work of literature.

By all means must we fly; not with our feet, however, but with our hands.