“It’s healthy to ditch class now and then. To be precise, it was healthier for humans if vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt.”

I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.

I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.

Stop being so optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

You and I won’t lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I’m unstoppable.

I’d rather know what you’re thinking – even if what you’re thinking is insane.

In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn’t want me to know. Something that Jacob wouldn’t have kept from me, It was never going to end, was it?

And it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.

Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

Nature taking its course – hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.

I know love and lust don’t always keep the same company.

They call her my singer – because her blood sings for me.

But it’s possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I’ve seen it in action.

Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf. Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you CAN’T TALK.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

The state is nothing but an instrument of opression of one class by another – no less so in a democratic republic than in a monarchy.

By bourgeoisie is meant the class of modern capitalists, owners of the means of social production and employers of wage labor. By proletariat, the class of modern wage laborers who, having no means of production of their own, are reduced to selling their labor power in order to live.

It is one of history’s ironies that Communism, advertised as a classless society, tended to breed a privileged class of feudal proportions.

People have told me that Ive helped them feel confident, like they can say things they want to say. They can talk about feminism in class without people calling them a lesbian. Thats so amazing that I can make someone feel like that.

Be proud of your people when you don’t have to be ashamed of any of its social classes.

It is the mind that makes the body rich. There is no class so pitiably wretched as that which possesses money and nothing else.

People think there’s a rigid class system here, but dukes have been known to marry chorus girls. Some have even married Americans.

If there’s going to be class war in this country it’s time the working class won that war.