Chosen Ones (The Chosen Ones, #1)

by Veronica Roth

Some things split your life in half.

you can’t make yourself want something.” Nero cocked his head to the side again. “Can’t you?”

It may become clear to us, as we watch magic develop and change in our world, that certain people are not to be trusted with the wealth of power that magic offers. This is not because they are wicked, but because they are damaged beyond repair. They may proceed through the world as if their desires conform to those of the healthy and functional among us, but that may not be the case; when they do magic, their true selves will be laid bare before them and before us all. In other words, magic is a mirror. It reflects us back to ourselves, and we may not always like what we see.

“You can’t force someone to want something,” he said. “And knowing what you want—not just vaguely but really specifically what you want—is a big part of magic.

Why be on the internet when you can set things on fire with your mind?

Who wanted to see the future anyway?

A man leaves his universe in search of adventure and he never finds his way back home.

“There is never a good time,” Ziva said. “To let go, or to rest.”