He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?

And then... as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed through me then was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I couldn't ignore you any longer.

That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.

Hate is a passionate emotion.

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

You scared me for a minute there. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.