“Elle had gone off in another direction and made him swear to ‘whatever twisted deity he believed in’ that he wasn’t going to follow her. Really made him wonder where the hell she was going.”

“She wasn’t going to lie and she wasn’t going to try to hide Terrible or who he was. She loved him and he was hers, and that made her so proud her chest hurt, and if anybody didn’t like it they could go fuck themselves.”

“She looked straight at him. “The love of your life is waiting for you.”Justin swore. He wasn’t going near Holly. He had nothing to offer her. Nothing.Myron smiled at him. “Naked.”He was out the door before she could pick up another card. Her cackling laugh followed him down the path.”

“Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella's life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.”

“She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to go back, she had left him stranded there--like an astronaut wandering about on the moon. Alone.”

“He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarreled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when that was over, and he had failed to kill his loneliness, but only made it worse, he had written her, the first one, the one who left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it . . . . How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time it made him go all faint and sick inside, and that he would follow a woman that looked like her in some way, along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was not she, afraid to lose the feeling it gave him. How every one he had slept with had only made him miss her more. How what she had done could never matter since he could never cure himself of loving her.”