I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

Love is simply where it is.

In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn't want me to know. Something that Jacob wouldn't have kept from me.... It was never going to end, was it?

I didn't want to be the monster! I didn't want to kill this room full of harmless children! I didn't want to lose everything I'd gained in a lifetime of sacrifice and denial!

When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.