"Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up,"Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it."
"Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now."
"Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something.""Okay."He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?"I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"..."Maybe you were cut out for Candor,"he says, "because you're a terrible liar."
"I might be in love with you."He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."
"Politeness is deception in pretty packaging."
"It must require bravery to be honest all the time."