My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem...a little crazy to you.

You know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires. Jacob B. Ch.14

Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose. Have you herd this one, Psycho? how do a blond's brain cells die?" She didn't say anything. Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?" She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me. Has she heard it?" I asked Edward. No." He answered. Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker--a blond's brain cells die alone.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.

Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]

She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing in biology.” She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.” I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.