This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

You can have me the way i am — bad behavior included — or not at all.

Do you remember when you told me I couldn't see myself clearly? You obviously have the same blindness

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)