Como um animal selvagem, a verdade é poderosa demais para ser mantida aprisionada.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

The Dauthless have the wierdest slang. Pansycake, Nose...is there a term for The Candor?""Of course."Uriah grins."Jerks

I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.

No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?""And a half," he says.

If I unfocus my eyes, I see exactly what the Candor don't believe in-gray. Maybe Tobias and I don't believe in it either. Not really.

I don't know, I guess I agree with them. That if everyone would just keep learning about the world around them, they would have far fewer problems.

I prefer to look at it another way-which is that if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back.

Oh, so it's not enough that I told you; it has to be in the right setting?" I raise my eyebrows. "Next time should I brew some tea and make sure the lighting is right too?

The minutes I had left with him fall away like dead leaves pulled from branches.