He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

She just keeps saying "He’s gone.

Hope your new boots are fast Bella. One little jar isn't going to keep a hungry bear occupied for long." "I only have to be faster than you.

What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm - into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.

After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much.