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.

My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest.

This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I was dreaming.

Don't watch" the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.

Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.