If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

Did ya get in a couple of good swipes?" Emmett asked eagerly. "No! Of course not!" "No, not really? You really didnt attack him?" "Emmett!" I protested. "Aw, what a waste. And here you're probably the one person who could take him- since he can't get into your head to cheat- and you had a perfect excuse too. I've been dying to see how he'd do without that advantage.

What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.

I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.

History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose. Have you herd this one, Psycho? how do a blond's brain cells die?" She didn't say anything. Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?" She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me. Has she heard it?" I asked Edward. No." He answered. Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker--a blond's brain cells die alone.