Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.

It was not going to be the end of the world. Just the end of the Cullens. The end of Edward, the end of me. I preferred it that way – the last part anyway. I would not live without Edward again; if he was leaving this world, then I would be right behind him.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

Next time you want to hit me hit me with a baseball bat or a crowbar!

Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver's license,she was right.

Spider-Man is such a whiny loser.

I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures.