Quotes Veronica Roth - page 7

So, the thing we’re all not talking about, he says. He gestures to me. You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we’re all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies. Pansycake? says Christina. Dauntless slang. Lynn smirks. Supposed to be a huge insult, only no one uses it anymore. Because it’s so offensive, says Uriah, nodding. 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.

she sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.' 'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning. 'Fair enough.

But maybe what I saw as fearless was actually fear under control.

I shield my eyes from the sun to see her cold look—the expression I saw in my mind even before I looked at her. She looks older to me than she ever has, stern and tough and worn by time. I feel that way, too. These people have no regard for human life, she says. They’re about to wipe the memories of all our friends and neighbors. They’re responsible for the deaths of a large majority of our old faction. She sidesteps me and marches toward the door. I think they’re lucky I’m not going to kill them.