Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

You are perfect for a female." "Not where I come from." "Then they're using the wrong standard.

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.

May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted" Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.

When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her.