Chosen Ones (The Chosen Ones, #1)

by Veronica Roth

Maybe that’s why she gets accosted when she goes anywhere—not because people love her but because they want to love her, want to make her lovable.

an ode to the pills once, hailing them for their pretty colors and their quick effects and the way they did what nothing else could.

To humanity, they were Chosen Ones, saviors, heroes—but cancer made everyone equal.

part of her felt like she would sooner live in her mother’s garage than sacrifice what little privacy she had carved out of her own fame.

Nature is bloody, and as a whole, it favors strength over compassion.

No one ought to be alone in death.

Some things split your life in half.

how could you trust reality when reality was so easily manipulated?

I’m not a fucked-up supervillain; I don’t know the logic!”

magic is a mirror. It reflects us back to ourselves, and we may not always like what we see.

“How do you get over that? The shit we saw. The shit we did.”

“What’s real.” Sibyl sighed and stood. “If we’re going to talk about what’s real, we’ll need whiskey.”

A desire is not a whim, as Solowell aptly states. But a desire is not immovable, unchangeable.

You don’t pick the act and then force the desire. You know the desire—the exact shade of it—and then choose the act accordingly.”

All together, they had not been great wielders of magic, but they had been like the fingers of a hand moving to make a fist. And now she was just a single finger. The middle one, probably,

Feel later, think now,

There are many lives out there to live. Endless possibilities for you to sort through and discard.”

Money was just a bunch of green paper if you didn’t have a government or a sense of order.