“What's your name?Um...Think about it. You don't get to pick again.Tris.”

“There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. "What's your name?" "Um..." I don't know why I hesitate. But "Beatrice" just doesn't sound right anymore."Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. " You don't get to pick again." A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly.”

“If your last words are somehow meant to encapsulate your entire existence, Liz finds um strangely appropriate. Um means nothing. Um is what you say while you're thinking of what you'll really say. Um suggests someone interrupted before they'd begun. Um is a fifteen-year-old girl who gets hit by a taxicab in front of a mall on the way to help pick out a prom dress for a prom she isn't even going to, for God's sake.”

“Anyway, what about you? How's, um, Abby? Angie? What's her name?"Oh, Hudson. Your suavity is an example to us all.”

“What if I can't forget you?I'll burn your name into my throat,I'll be the fire that'll catch you.What's so good about picking up the pieces?What if I don't even want to?”

“What's your name ?Hazel .No , your full name .Um , Hazel Grace Lancaster .”