“Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.”

“I locked the door, for what good it would do me, and went to bed. The Browning Hi-Power was in its second home, a modified holster strapped to the headboard of my bed. The crucifix was cool metal around my neck. I was as safe as I was going to be and almost too tired to care.I took one more thing to bed with me, a stuffed toy penguin named Sigmund. I don't sleep with him often, just every once in a while after someone tries to kill me. Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.”

“I won't say anything, but you should tell them. It's not weakness to admit you're not perfect.”

“It won't be the same for me," I whispered, half to myself. "You won't let me be like that. We'll live in Antarctica."Edward snorted, breaking the tension. "Penguins. Lovely.”

“Not everyone has understanding, so everyone won't understand”

“Tell Tutor I won't be to lessons," she said. "Invent some sort of disease.”