Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm a idiot.

In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn't want me to know. Something that Jacob wouldn't have kept from me.... It was never going to end, was it?

If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

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I feel like humor is a part of life. I don't think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.

Your number was up the first time I met you.