“I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed.”

“Ian didn't come. He just sat here with you--he said he didn't care what you looked like. He wouldn't let anyone else put a finger on your tank at all, not even me or Mel. But Doc let me watch this time. It was way cool, Wanda. I don't know why you wouldn't let me watch before. They wouldn't let me help, though. Ian wouldn't let anyone touch you but him.' Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.”

“Yet I wouldn't trade it. I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant I could be with Bella.”

“I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.”

“what choice have I? I cannot live without you, but I will not destroy your soul."-Edward Cullen”

“Can't you just thank me and get over it?""Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant."You're not going to let it go, are you?""No.""In that case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment."We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel."Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable."I don't know," he whispered.”

“Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again.”