My mother wasn't a fool, I say. She just understood something you didn't. That it's not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil.I back up another step and say, She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplaced disgust for another person's genetics. That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own. ...

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.

Tris: I was reading. Sandry: You're always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt. Tris: Then maybe they shouldn't talk to me.

You're not very nice, I say, grinning.You're one to talk.Hey, I could be nice if I tried.Hmm. He taps his chin. Say something nice, then.You're very good-looking.He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. I like this 'nice' thing.

Tris, he says. What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic.That's not very nice of you to say, I say. They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-