Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

Maybe it's a little depressing to think that my vision of a perfect world is actually so messed up, but I think it means that I don't really understand what 'perfect' is.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.

I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-