You should have seen his face when I started taking my clothes off. Priceless.

I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me - that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never harm her.

"Hey Jacob!" I felt an unfamiliar surge of enthusiasm at his smile. I realized that I was pleased to see him. This knowledge surprised me. I smiled back, and something clicked silently into place, like two corresponding puzzle pieces. I'd forgotten how much I really liked Jacob Black.

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.

I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.

You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can’t all be saints and martyrs.

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?