He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?

This isn't about them, he snarled at me. This is about Bella. She has never been the one for you, she had never chosen you, but you continue to destroy your life for her!

It's like pain, this pleasure.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.

Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated.