Unca Jay!" "How's it going Claire?" She giggled. "Qwil aaaaawl wet now." "I can see that. Where's your mama?" "Gone, gone, gone," Claire sang. "Cwaire pway wid Qwil aaaawl day. Cwaire nebber gowin home." Jacob and Claire, Breaking Dawn, page 152.

After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.

I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.

So eager for eternal damnation.

What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong.

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.

I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.