“Nice girl who knew cars. Wow. I stared at her face harder, wishing I knew how to make it work. C’mon, Jake – imprint already.”

“It's just that, I know how you're unhappy a lot. And, maybe it doesn't help anything, but I wanted you to know that I'm always here. I won't ever let you down―I promise that you can always count on me. Wow, that does sound corny. But you know that, right? That I would never, ever hurt you?""Yeah Jake. I know that. And I already do count on you, probably more than you know.”

“And I knew in that I had my answer. I didn't know if there ever was a choice, really. I was already in too deep.”

“His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.”“You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head.“It was nice to hear, just the same.”I hid my face against his shoulder.“I love you,” I whispered.“You are my life now,” he answered simply.There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.”

“Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you”

“Leah: "That is easily the freakin’ grossest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Yuck. If there was anything in my stomach, it would be coming back."Seth: "They are vampires, I guess. I mean, it makes sense, and if it helps Bella, it’s a good thing, right?"Leah and Jake stare at Seth.Seth: "What?"Leah: "Mom dropped him a lot when he was a baby."Jake: "On his head apparently."Leah: "He used to gnaw on the crib bars, too."Jake: "Lead paint?"Leah: "Looks like it."Seth: "Funny. Why don’t you two shut up and sleep?”

“I looked around me to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. I swiftly looked away and threw the truck into reverse, almost hitting a rusty Toyota Corolla in my haste. Lucky for the Toyota, I stomped on the brake in time. It was just the sort of car that my truck would make scrap metal of. I took a deep breath, still looking out the other side of my car, and cautiously pulled out again, with greater success. I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.”