Ansel Elgort ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ Press Conference (April 14th, 2014)
All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
I know you know it, you know it
But you can’t choose who’s inside
(on her character, Tris Prior)
She’s not a super hero, and she’s not any more brave necessarily than anyone else in the world but she has to rise to this particular occasion because she’s in this situation that calls for it. I think it’s really beautiful that we’re allowed to explore the courageous side of young adults
Did you know that I haven’t had peanut butter in a decade because she has an allergy? I mean, it wasn’t all bad. She was the only person I could watch Dance Moms marathons with because she only talks through commercials. And every year for my birthday she does these little scavenger hunts. Oh, and last year when my gam-gam died, she was the only person who could make me laugh.
"You should thank me for helping you." I grit my teeth. "Thank you? You almost stabbed my ear, and you spent the entire time taunting me. Why should I thank you?” “You know, I’m getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!” He glares at me, and even when he glares, his eyes look thoughtful. Their shade of blue is peculiar, so dark it is almost black, with a small patch of lighter blue on the left iris, right next to the corner of his eye. “Catch on? Catch on to what? That you wanted to prove to Eric how tough you are? That you’re sadistic, just like he is?” “I am not sadistic.” He doesn’t yell. I wish he would yell. It would scare me less. He leans his face close to mine, which reminds me of lying inches away from the attack dog’s fangs in the aptitude test, and says, "If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would have already?" He crosses the room and slams the point of a knife so hard into the table that it sticks there, handle toward the ceiling. “I—” I start to shout, but he’s already gone. I scream, frustrated, and wipe some of the blood from my ear.