Relax Beatrice, I've Driven A Car Before.'

Human Reason Can Excuse Any Evil.

I'm Not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I Am Whatever I Choose To Be.

His Fingers Slide Into My Hair, And I Hold On To His Arms To Stay Steady As We Press Together Like Two Blades At A Stalemate. He Is Stronger Than Anyone I Know, And Warmer Than Anyone Else Realizes; He Is A Secret That I Have Kept, And Will Keep For The Rest Of My Life.

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.

All That Land Is Filled With People, Every One Of Them Different, And The Things They Do To Each Other Matter.