My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

And then I saw the way he looked at her... like he was a blind man, seeing the sun for the very first time.

love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore

If I were to continue on with 'The Host,' which is a possibility, there are characters and stories that could continue... If I went ahead with that, it would be two more... Next would be 'The Soul,' and then 'The Seeker.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.