Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

Stop being so… optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but we'll start with forever.

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.