I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. 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?

I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.

You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.

It's like pain, this pleasure.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

May the best man win That's about right pup

Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers.