He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.

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.

Bella, there's a part of you that loves me.

It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm joining your crappy little renegade pack. The vampires' guard dogs.

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.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.