Your hair looks like a haystack...but I like it.

You speak as if a war were raging." "To the remains of the human race, one is.

Spider-Man is such a whiny loser.

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)

Hey, do you know what you call a blond with a brain?" I asked, and the continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever." I've heard that one, too," she said, no longer smiling. I'll keep trying." I promised.

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.