Just because you want something to be true doesn’t make it that way.” -The Host

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

How well opposed to grand Theft Auto are you?

Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

You really shouldn’t do that to people," I criticized. "It’s hardly fair." "Do what?" "Dazzle them like that – she’s probably hyperventilating in the kitchen right now." He seemed confused. "Oh come on," I said dubiously. "You have to know the effect you have on people." He tilted his head to one side, and his eyes were curious. "I dazzle people?" "You haven’t noticed? Do you think everybody gets their way so easily?" He ignored my questions. "Do I dazzle you?" "Frequently," I admitted.