There's Nothing Wild About Me. I'm A

Jem Seemed To Look Through Her Then, As If He Were Seeing Something Beyond Her, Beyond The Corridor, Beyond The Institute Itself. "whatever You Are Physically," He Said, "male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy--all Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. All Those Other Things, They Are The Glass That Contains The Lamp, But You Are The Light Inside." He Smiled Them, Seeming To Have Come Back To Himself, Slightly Embarrassed. "that's What I Believe.

You Had To Know A Person Well To Make Them Laugh Like That.

She Felt As If She Had Been Running, And Had Created A Hill And Was Racing Down The Other Side, And There Was No Stopping Now. Gravity Was Taking Her Where She Had To Go. "but -- Everyone Cares About Something. Don't They?

And I Do Wish She Wouldn't Sing About Poisoning Just After We Have Eaten.

She'd Been Impressed By His Looks At First--those Sharply Planed Cheekbones And Those Black, Fathomless Eyes--but His Affable, Sympathetic Personality Grated On Her Now. She Didn't Like Boys Who Looked As If They Never Got Mad About Anything. In Isabelle's World, Rage Equaled Passion Equaled A Good Time.