"My head was too crazy. My thoughts bounced around inside my skull like a disoriented swarm of bees. Noisy. Now and then they stung. Must be hornets, not bees. Bees die after one sting. And the same thoughts were stinging me again and again."
"I´d fantasized about Bella that way too many times, back when there was still a possibility of us, and then long after it was clear that the fantasies would only leaves festering sores because there was no possibility, none at all. I hadn't been able to help myself then. I couldn't stop myself now."
"I felt like - like I don't know what. Like this wasn't real. Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask the head cheerleader the prom, I was the finished-second-place werewolf about to ask the vampire's wife to shack up and procreate."
"Why do you always have to love the wrong things?"
"I'll never take anyone's will away from him."
"Maybe I just couldn't resist another hit of my dwindling drug suply."
"Great, now I was the court jester."
"I didn't think about our conversation. Not because there wasn't anything to think about, but because I couldn't stand it."
"Magic wasn't gooing to save me. I was just going to have to take the torture like a man. Suck it up."
"Stenght and hate and heat - red heat washing through my head, burning but erasing nothing. The images in my head were fuel, building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed. I felt the tremors rock me from head to toe, and I did not try to stop them."
"Only the known is safe. Only the known is tolerable. The unknown is... a vulnerability."
