Here's to responsibility, twice a week.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Hey, do you know what you call a blond with a brain?" I asked, and the continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever." I've heard that one, too," she said, no longer smiling. I'll keep trying." I promised.

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

The way everyone looked at me made me uncomfortable. Even Edward. It was like I had grown a hundred feet during the course of the morning. I tried to ignore the impressed looks, mostly keeping my eyes on Nessie’s sleeping face and Jacob’s unchanged expression. I would always be just Bella to him, and that was a relief. Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, p.747

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?