I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

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

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.

Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.

Here's a thought to help ease the stress: "Good enough is the new perfect.

Physicists believe that the Gaussian law has been proved in mathematics while mathematicians think that it was experimentally established in physics.

I am not a juicy painter.

It's quite an amazing experience to see the same life with and without the thought. We come to see how crazy a thought can make us when we believe it.

I was a supporter and believer in the death penalty, but I've begun to see that this system doesn't work and it isn't functional. It costs an obscene amount of money.

Man will ever remain imperfect, and it will always be his part to try to be perfect.

Occasionally people ask me how it is I write different types of things, and my answer to that is it's very natural. You get bored writing one kind of thing all the time.

The CW likes to hold on to its shows.

Pietas prevailed, and out of the blood of Caesar the monarchy was born.

I mumble hocus-pocus and the next thing you know, I’m a cat. (Ravyn) I suppose it’s a step up. The last guy I had in my house could only turn into a beer-drinking pig. (Susan)