Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.
When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy
Do you like scary stories? he asked ominously. Jacob Black
Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.
By the way, I love you.” “That’s why we're here.
You may have taken the planet, but you will lose this game!