“Sorry, Maggie, but I'm not into bondage. Even the subconscious kind.”

“I'm sorry," I muttered. "My subconscious is apparently obsessed with you.”

“I feel so sorry that many Christians live in bondage even though Jesus has signed their release form with His own blood.”

“There is no such thing as freedom on earth," he said. "Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage.”

“You know what I'm thinking?' Maggie said.I had no idea.'Nope,' David replied. Apparently David didn't know either.Maggie turned to me with pleading eyes.'Our babysitter has the flu.''I'm sorry to hear that,' I replied.Dead silence.I honestly had no idea what Maggie was getting at, so I misread the silence.'It's not serious, I hope,' I said sympathetically.”

“Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.”