You’re not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you’re scared silly, and I’m guessing it’s because you’re afraid of me.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me. Bella Swan

it’s awful. No privacy, no secrets. Everything you’re ashamed of, laid out for everyone to see.

Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.

Interceded? You threw me to the sharks!

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

Well… don’t be offended, but you smell like a dog.