“Bears, I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. That would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.”

After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.

My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn’t like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.

Alice! You know I love you like a sister! Words. she growled.

I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella’s limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

Don’t worry, Mel. Miracles don’t work that way. I’ll never lose you. I’ll never let you get away from me.

I belong wherever I want to be.

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the blinding words. ‘I do,’ I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper… When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. ‘I do,’ he vowed.

It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

I love you, I said in a low, intense voice. I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

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.

The fate of America cannot depend on any one man. The greatness of America is grounded in principles and not on any single personality.

I was totally alive when I wrote this because by coincidence someone just said your name.

Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.

I believe in the moment of things and fate and things happening for a reason, so I write things down and I trust it.

I’m a legend because I’ve survived over a long period of time and still seem to be master of my fate – I’m still paddling the goddamned boat myself.

One sometimes finds what one is not looking for.

Fate is how your life unfolds when you let fear determine your choices. A path of destiny reveals itself to you, however, when you confront your fear and make conscious choices.

We only want that which is given naturally to all peoples of the world, to be masters of our own fate, not of others, and in cooperation and friendship with others.