Que Quowle" -stay with me forever-

He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes.

If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often.

I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in case," he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. "Can't―breathe!" I gasped.

Bella: "Should I be afraid?" Edward: "Terrified."