The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me. I felt dangerously exposed. More fiercely than I would have dreamed I was capable of, I wished for the green, protective forest of Forks . . . of home.

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

Spider-Man is such a whiny loser.

When you can’t be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?