I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.

I felt like - like I don't know what. Like this wasn't real. Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask the head cheerleader to the prom, I was the finished-second-place werewolf about to ask the vampire's wife to shack up and procreate. Nice. - Jacob

Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.

I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures.

Trust Emmett to find the joke in the destruction of my life.

It never made sense for you to love me.