Veronica Roth
Veronica Roth
Veronica Rothis an American novelist and short story writer known for her debut New York Times bestselling Divergent trilogy, consisting of Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant; and Four: A Divergent Collection. Divergent was the recipient of the Goodreads Favorite Book of 2011 and the 2012 winner for Best Young Adult Fantasy & Science Fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth19 August 1988
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.
But please, when you see an opportunity…” He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. “Ruin them.
He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.
I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.
My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.
Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.
Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.
Maybe Dauntless was formed with good intentions, with the right ideals and the right goals. But it has strayed far from them. And the same is true of Erudite, I realize. A long time ago, Erudite pursued knowledge and ingenuity for the sake of doing good. Now they pursue knowledge and ingenuity with greedy hearts. I wonder if the other factions suffer from the same problem. I have not thought about it before.
He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.
I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?
I only came for Cake" -Tobias Eaton, Divergent
I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.
I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I've done, but I'm sure my list would never be complete. I also don't believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions...I don't believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all.
I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.