Four: Be Brave Tris. The First Time

The Goal Of My Life Isn't Just... To Be Happy. 'wouldn't It Be Easier If It Was, Though?

You Know, There's A Word For Big, Strong Men Who Attack Women, And It's Coward.

We Are Not The Same. But We Are, Somehow, One.

His Fingers Leave Streaks Of Cold On My Skin, Invisible To The Eye, And I Think About Wrapping His Shirt Around My Fist And Pulling Him In To Kiss Me; I Think About Pressing Myself Against Him, But I Can't, Because All Our Secrets Would Keep A Space Between Us.

Arrogance Is One Of The Flaws In The Erudite Heart -- I Know. It Is Often In Mine.