His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds.
And, by the way, I adore you.... in frightening, dangerous ways.
He's like a drug for you, Bella. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.
You're awfully small to be so hugely irritating.
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?