Chosen Ones (The Chosen Ones, #1)

by Veronica Roth

It was a strange thing, to know with certainty that you had peaked.

There was no currency between them.

In other words, for something to be magic, it must be an impossible want.

We are animals, after all. And don’t let your housecat fool you into thinking that animals are nothing more than fuzzy, whiskered creatures who wish us no ill. Nature is bloody, and as a whole, it favors strength over compassion.

“There’s a theory in quantum physics that there is an infinite number of possibilities for how any event might turn out, and each of those possibilities creates a different universe. Think of it like . . . a fork in the road. You could go down either path, so there’s a universe where you choose left, and another universe where you choose right.

“So they follow me, which means every time I put up a video or a picture, it shows up in their feed—” “Feed?” “Yeah, like a big list of all the people they follow mashed together.” “And following someone just means you want to see videos of them talking.” “Yes.” “Why not just talk to the people around you?” “An excellent question,” Sloane said, sliding into a chair.

Some things split your life in half.

“It’s important not to confuse causation with correlation,”