“Maybe you’ll get lucky. I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. Maybe I’ll get hit by a truck on my way back.”

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.

Life and love go on.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?

Is my mom all right? She’s perfectly fine. don’t worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn’t come alone, of course. Light, amused. I’m alone. I’d never been more alone in my entire life.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.

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.

History was easy, but I don’t know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.

You should have seen his face when I started taking my clothes off. Priceless.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

Love doesn’t always come in convenient packages.

Stop being so optimistic, its getting on my nerves. No problem. Do you want me to be all gloom and doom or just shut up? Just shut up. Can do. Really? Doesn’t seem like it.

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.

I’m an actor – it’s not brain surgery. If I do my job right, people won’t ask for their money back.

The thing about death is it’s so final, isn’t it, really? As far as we know… Nobody has ever come back and told us about it.

I’m back – now watch this!’ It all boils down to the music. The mask is a slight theme for people to enjoy, and it adds mystery.

I liked being able to speak to somebody and throw it back and forth, and they can’t predict what you’re going to say next.

Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you.

Some songs, you just can’t shake; they keep creeping back into your set list.

But if one could go back in time, I’d love to have been directed by Howard Hawks, who’s one of my great heroes. One of the greatest directors there ever was. He directed probably one of the greatest westerns of all time in ‘Rio Bravo’.