“Tris: Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war...and took your makeup bag with you?Christina: Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.”

“Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?""Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was...”

“So, the thing we’re all not talking about,” he says. He gestures to me. “You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we’re all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies.”“Pansycake?” says Christina.“Dauntless slang.” Lynn smirks. “Supposed to be a huge insult, only no one uses it anymore.”“Because it’s so offensive,” says Uriah, nodding.“No. Because it’s so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?”“And a half,” he says.”

“You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?''I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.'He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks.”

“Tris: Wait. So you have no idea what my aptitude is?Tori: Yes and No. My conclusion is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are..are called...Divergent.”

“Ready,Stiff?" Zeke smirks down at me. "I have to say,I'm impressed that you aren't screaming and crying right now.""I told you," Uriah says. "She's Dauntless through and through. Now get on with it.""Careful,brother,or I might not tighten your straps enough," Zeke says. He smacks his knee. "And then,splat!""Yeah,yeah," Uriah says. "And then our mother would boil you alive.”

“You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?''I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.”