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?

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.

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

I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

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

I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.

Just you wait till I’m a vampire! I’m not going to be sitting on the sidelines next time.