Real. Does that make me imaginary?

I love you. You're my only reason to stay alive... if that's what I am.

The worst part is that I saw the whole thing -- our whole life. And I want it bad, Jake, I want it all. I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can't, and it's killing me.

He's like a drug for you, Bella. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.

He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.