Did You Just Call Me Beatrice?

Human Reason Can Excuse Any Evil; That Is Why It's So Important That We Don't Rely On It.

His Hands Skim My Bare Arms. “just Bounce A Little When You Walk,” He Says, Kissing My Forehead, “and Pretend You’re Afraid Of Their Guns” —another Kiss Between My Eyebrows— “and Act Like The Shrinking Violet You Could Never Be ”—a Kiss On My Cheek— “and You’ll Be Fine.

Sometimes I Forget That I Can Hurt You. That You Are Capable Of Being Hurt

I'm Going To Stop A Revolution,'' I Say. I Turn Right, And Peter Follows Me.

You Know, Most Boys Would Enjoy Being Trapped In Close Quarters With A Girl." I Roll My Eyes. "not Claustrophobic People, Tris.