“You won,” Four mutters. “Stop.” I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed.”

Reading is such a huge part of my life.

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.

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.

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.

About twenty pages into Luke B. Goebel’s Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours, I realized I was reading with one hand holding my forehead and one balled at my waist, kind of clenched, and gazing down into the paper like a man soon to be converged upon.

Sadie got up and kissed Amos on the forehead. “Leave it to us, Uncle. I’ve got a plan.” “That,” I said, “sounds like very bad news.

I don’t have any fear of working with Samsung because I’m not gonna let them put a phone on my forehead; that’s just never gonna happen.