Can't you just thank me and get over it?" "Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant. "You're not going to let it go, are you?" "No." "In that case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment." We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel. "Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly. He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable. "I don't know," he whispered.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options." -Bella

If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.