You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

— Veronica Roth

You know,' he said, the condition of sourness--or consciousness, as you might call it--doesn't have to be permanent.' P189

— Veronica Roth

You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

— Veronica Roth

You're desperate, and so am I,' I said. 'Desperate people make stupid decisions all the time.'" P244

— Veronica Roth

You're my daughter. I don't care about the factions.

— Veronica Roth

You're not very nice," I say, grinning." You're one to talk."" Hey, I could be nice if I tried."" Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then."" You're very good-looking." He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.

— Veronica Roth

You're the one who has to live with your choice," she says. "Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

— Veronica Roth

You’re the one who has to live with your choice" she says." Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

— Veronica Roth

You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my face, to the wall behind me or the ceiling above me, to everything but me. I am too stunned to be angry.“I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say.“Who cares about everyone? What about me?

— Veronica Roth

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however...." She smiles. "You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting." I try to hide the shudder that goes through me at the word "execution," my shoulder screaming with pain, and look up at Tobias. It's hard to blink tears back when I see the terror in Tobias's wide, dark eyes." No," says Tobias. His voice trembles, but his look stern as he shakes his head. "I would rather die."" I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in that matter," replies Jeanine lightly. Tobias takes my face in these hands roughly and kisses me, the pressure of his lips pushing mine apart. I forget my pain and the terror of approaching death and for a moment, I am grateful that the memory of that kiss will be fresh in my mind as I meet my end.

— Veronica Roth