Who cares about everyone? What about me?
If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there’s no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – or reading!
I think it’s a human tendency that’s been around for a while to try to be as good as possible to prove your worth.
If utopian fiction became the new trend, I wouldn’t read it.
I love ‘Harry Potter.’ I’m a huge nerd – I would dress up if I could.
Two things you should know about me; The first is that I am deeply suspicious of people in general. It is my nature to expect the worst of them. And the second is that I am unexpectedly good with computers.
I pause a second. He doesn’t look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do – like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it.
Being selfless is not that different from being brave. It is when you are selfless that you are the bravest.
You know, there’s a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it’s coward.
Don’t confuse your grief with guilt.
To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
Not writing is as important as writing – go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.
Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can’t be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.
What do I believe? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know.
That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.
My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.
I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.
Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.
It’s not that I ever sat down and outlined a trilogy, but I always have a sense of what size an idea is when I start it.
He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.