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

I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.

The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.

Which means that in order to defeat her, I have to think of a way to defeat myself. And how can I be a better fighter than myself, if she knows the same strategies I know, and is exactly as resourceful and clever as I am?

I know that I am birdlike, made narrow and small as if for taking flight, built straight-waisted and fragile. But when he touches me like he can't bear to take his hand away, I don't wish I was any different.