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

When you’re a writer, you hear your internal critic, and that’s really hard to get over. And then sometimes you hear critiques from classmates and stuff.

I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

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.

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.

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.

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.

What I might feel like is hard work, another person is dying to do.

Men are so simple and yield so readily to the desires of the moment that he who will trick will always find another who will suffer to be tricked.

If I never make another dollar, I am proud. I did what I wanted to do.

Men rise from one ambition to another: first, they seek to secure themselves against attack, and then they attack others.

A girl phoned me the other day and said… ‘Come on over, there’s nobody home.’ I went over. Nobody was home.

The public is not to see where power lies, how it shapes policy, and for what ends. Rather, people are to hate and fear one another.

A creep is someone who claims he’s one thing but he’s actually another.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.