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

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.

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 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?

So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin? I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

I almost believe that Harriet Tubman asked God for a leave like, “I’m gonna need to go back down there and take care of some things. They’re in trouble.”

I had to bring myself back down to being a normal person again.

I admire the ones who keep coming back and doing it, time after time.

My skin prickled and I looked back at the ocean. None of us ask for the things we inherit; they are thrust upon us, willy-nilly. Like The Marine.

It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won’t put these futures back together.

The moth don’t care when he sees the flame He might get burned, but he’s in the game And once he’s in, he can’t go back He’ll beat his wings till he burns them black.

I have to get back to the hotel. But I don’t know the way. I always rely on Shouji so I didn’t notice where we were going.