“i happen to enjoy categorization.”

“I have a message for the Divergent"I am Divergent."This is not a negotiation"No, it is not."It is a warning"I understand."Every two days until one of you delivers yourself to Erudite headquarters . . ."I will." . . . this will happen again"It will never happen again.”

“Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.”

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

“I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.”

“A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months.”

“That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you.""I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.”