One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

Listen up, Wanda. I know exactly what you don't want to be. But we're human, and we're selfish, and we don't always do the right thing. We aren't going to let you go. Deal with it.

You make your own kinds of mistakes, and I’m sure you’ll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know. My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn't see.

The Seeker needed a nice long lifetime eating sunshine.

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.