Nothing Else Is Alright. But

Some Things Are Hard To Let Go Of.

'divergent' Was My Utopian World. I Mean, That Wasn't The Plan. I Never Even Set Out To Write Dystopian Fiction, That's Just What I Had When I Was Finished. At The Beginning, I Was Just Writing About A Place I Found Interesting And A Character With A Compelling Story, And As I Began To Build The World, I Realized That It Was My Utopia.

I Suppose Everything Is Bound To Look Different When You Aren't On Your Way To Die.

Arrogance Is One Of The Flaws In The Erudite Heart -- I Know. It Is Often In Mine.

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.