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Veronica Roth
Age: 36
Born: 1988
Born: August 19
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Science Fiction Writer
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New York City
New York
Veronica Anne Roth
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Every tattoo I got with them is a mark of their friendship, and almost every time I have laughed in this dark place was because of them. I don’t want to lose them. But I feel like I have already.
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Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.
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I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
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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. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.
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Nature is neutral. Nature doesn't care how much money a person makes.
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You know I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on.
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I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat lives in my cheeks. I still don't understand, he says softly, how she knew that it would work.
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I know I belong in Dauntless because everything I did in that aptitude test told me so. I'm loyal to my faction for that reason -- because there's nowhere else I could possibly be. But her? And you? She shakes her head. I have no idea who you're loyal to. And I'm not going to pretend like everything's okay.
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I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
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Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.
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You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?' 'I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.' He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks.
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You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my face, to the wall behind me or the ceiling above me, to everything but me. I am too stunned to be angry. “I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say. “Who cares about everyone? What about me?
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I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias? Terrified, he replies with a smile.
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Faction before blood.
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Choices can be made again. -Evelyn Johnson (Eaton)
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Eyes open, then, I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.
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Today you will choose your factions. Until this point you have followed your parents’ paths, your parents’ rules. Today you will find your own path, make your own rules.
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I will be my undoing, If I become my obsession. I will forget the ones I love, If I do not serve them. I will war with others, If I refuse to see them. Therefore, I choose to turn away From my reflection, To rely not on myself But on my brothers and sisters, To project always outward Until I disappear [And only God remains.]
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