Love, life, meaning...over.

it’s awful. No privacy, no secrets. Everything you’re ashamed of, laid out for everyone to see.

Leave it to you, Bella. Anyone else would be better off when the vampires left town. But you have to start hanging out with the first monsters you can find.

That's the funny thing about knowing you can't have something. It makes you desperate.

I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

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.

You haven’t changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.