“... You're sunny. You keep showing up here." Diver"I'm not sunny, I'm alcohol. No, no, I mean, I'm Summer," Summer says."Don't say that," the little boy said, suddenly frightened. "You're disturbing my wa.”

“But don't go thinking that I'm critical of you, Anton, because really I'm not. Not a bit! It's just that you're not here. I'm alone and I'm frightened and you're not here. And you're not ever going to be here for me.”

“I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod."You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.”

“Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.”

“Say I'm a bird! Say it! Say it now!""You're a bird.""Now say you're a bird too.""If you're a bird, I'm a bird.”

“Bella: "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."Edward: "And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't.”