Here's to responsibility," he toasted. "Twice a week." "And recklessness every day in between," I emphasized. He grinned and touched his can to mine.

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.

I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.

The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds.

When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.

‎Imprinting on someone is like... Like when you see her... Everything changes. All of a sudden, its not gravity holding you to the planet. It's her... Nothing else matters.