Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Jacob Black New Moon

You haven’t changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

It was the first time I'd ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

Your hair looks like a haystack...but I like it.

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.