I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way. But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious." Well, then, thanks. Sort of." I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.

Spider-Man is such a whiny loser.

My mom is part albino.