I was just wondering why you stabbed him. Not that I object.
He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.
Of course, you’d warm up faster if you took your clothes off.
When you can live forever what do you live for?
Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.
After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.