“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.”

Being honest doesn’t mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.

Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.

One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.

I’ve done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.

I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

In ‘Insurgent’ we realise how large the world really is

Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.

Nature is neutral. Nature doesn’t care how much money a person makes.

…there is power in self-sacrifice.

The truth has a way of changing people’s plans.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.

That’s what love does. When it’s right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

Armed with nothing more than a Facebook user’s phone number and home address.

A monarch should be ever intent on conquest, lest his neighbours rise in arms against him.

I don’t know what it’s like to be an arm amputee, or have even one flesh-and-bone leg, or to have cerebral palsy.

In their country, two fellow coutrymen whose paths berely cross (or see each only only briefly) with inferrence, would effusively rush themselves up (or throw themselves) into each other arms if they would happen to meet in a desert, among Cannibles.

When I was fired from my post as General of the Fighter Arm

I’m not going to go through life with one arm tied behind my back.

The joy and happiness it gives you or the emotions you go through when you hold your child in your arms for the first time are indescribable!

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety