“You’re supposed to be dead.” Her whisper was lost in the sound of a gunshot.”

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

“The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.”

“Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.”

“She turned to the sunlight    And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor:    "Winter is dead.”

“So, tell me,” he whispers. “How fast did you climb those fourteen stories?”Thomas makes a disapproving sound in his throat, but I break into a grin. Storm’s past. Metias loves me again. “Six minutes,” I whisper back to my brother. “And forty-four seconds. How do you like that?”“That must be some sort of record. Not that, you know, you’re supposed to do it.”