“Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.”

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?

Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior.

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face – I know it’s an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

Within the covers of the Bible are the answers for all the problems men face.

Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is, at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.

Faces can lie. Backsides can’t.

The challenges we face are never as important as the challenges we face up to.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever.

The truth of anything doesn’t matter anymore. What’s right doesn’t matter. What makes economic common sense doesn’t matter. I’m blue in the face over it.