Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

Because everything worth having hurts.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' " "Me, too," I said.