It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.

You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?' 'I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.

The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because he's the one who should get to do it," I say. "Stay away from him or I'll decide I no longer care.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?" "And a half," he says.

In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark