“I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”
“i press my hands against his chest, wishing i could somehow be even closer to him. i hate skin; i hate bones and bodies. i want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”
“[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.”
“I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.”
“Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones!”
“I didn’t want to see this, didn’t want to think about this. I didn’t want to imagine him inside her. I didn’t want to know that something I hated so much had taken root in the body I loved.Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 9, p.174”