“You might think being the target of an international terrorist organization, an amnesiac, and a girl with hair dyed in the middle of the night by Macey McHenry would make people stare at you. Well, try walking into the Grand Hall with seriously puffy eyes while holding hands. With a boy.”

“You're late." Kat said as soon as Hale put the phone to his ear. She wasn't the kind of girl to wait for hello."What can I say? Macey McHenry has been throwing herself at me...""See, that's the kind of thing that would make me jealous if she weren't way out of your league.""You know, if I had feelings, that might have hurt them.”

“As a rule of thumb, I'd say one cliché per [Romance]--and then be damn sure you can make it work. But if you're going to try to write the virginal amnesiac twin disguised as a boy mistaken for the mother (or father depending how well the disguise works) of a secret baby, honey, you better have some serious skills. Or seek therapy.”

“You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl." I roll my eyes."Not claustrophobic people, Tris.”

“If you have a target, you will walk more lively even in the middle of a desert!”

“I had never walked anywhere with a boy holding hands. It always looked so silly when I watched other people doing it, walking down the halls of the school or around town, but I finally got it. It's a shared moment of quiet intimacy. It's not blatant or showy. It's just, well, lovely.”