"And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet.. At the same time, it was exactly because of memories like that that I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who’d loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster."

"It was like one of these moments when people talked about their lives flashing before their eyes. Because as we stared at one another, every part of our relationship replayed in my mind’s eye. I remembered how strong and invincible he’d been when we first met, when he’d come to bring Lissa and me back to the folds of Moroi society. I remembered the gentleness of his touch when he’d bandaged my bloodied and battered hands. I remembered him carrying me in his arms after Victor’s daughter Natalie had attacked me. Most of all, I remembered the night we’d been together in the cabin, just before the Strigoi had taken him. We’d known each other only a year, but we’d lived a lifetime in it."

""Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. "Because I want you." I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of dead. "Wrong answer." I told him. I let go."

""You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can.”"

"“Even I make mistakes." I put on my brash, overconfident face. "I know it's hard to believe—kind of surprises me myself—but I guess it has to happen. It's probably some kind of karmic way to balance out the universe. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to have one person so full of awesomeness.”"

"Good God, Men everywhere."

"My mother slapped me, the pain snapping me out of my daze. “Run!”, she yelled at me. “He’s dead! You are not going to join him!” I saw the panic on her own face, panic over me- her daughter- getting killed. I remembered Dimitri saying he’d rather die than see me dead. And if I stood there stupidly, letting the Strigoi get me, I’d fail both of them. “Run!”, she cried again. Tears streaming down my face, I ran."

"My heart shattered. My world shattered. You will lose what you value most It hadn't been me Rhonda was talking about. It hadn't even been Dimitri's life. What you value most It had been his soul."

"Both Christian and Adrian had worried there would be some piece of Strigoi left in him, but their fears had been about violence and bloodshed. No one would have guessed this: that living as a Strigoi had hardened his heart, killing any chance of him loving anyone. Killing any chance of him loving me. And I was pretty sure if that was the case, then part of me would die too."

"The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic."

"“It's not about you, okay? This time, it's about me. Not you. All my life, Lissa... all my life, it's been the same. They come first. I've lived my life for you. I've trained to be your shadow, but you know what? I want to come first. I need to take care of myself for once. I'm tired of looking out for everyone else and having to put aside what I want. Dimitri and I did that, and look what happened. He's gone. I will never hold him again. Now I owe it to him to do this. I'm sorry if it hurts you, but it's my choice!”"

"Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school's over on west campus."

"“Go find your pacifier, and shut the hell up.”"

"I couldn’t be Mason’s girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent."

"By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy."

"(Rose)"Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time." (Mason Ashford)"This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session." (Rose)"Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then."(Eddie Castile)"It's always a good time to think about you naked.""

"Time for the lecture. It was a good one-one of Kirova's best, which was saying something."

"I honestly couldn't believe he was still around. The guy was so freakin old, he should have retired. Or died."

"You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love."

"But my other words at the Mastranos’ had betrayed me: I have fun with him. Now, you should have fun with the one you love, but that shouldn’t have been what first came to my mind. I should have said, We strengthen each other, or, He makes me want to be a better person. Perhaps most importantly, He understands me perfectly. But none of that was true, so I hadn’t said those things."

"Not a thief, brother! A freedom fighter who steals!"

"True, thank you, brother."

"Fear. It is everywhere."

"True, I lie, I do! I was on the ship, hidden in the cargo hold. After I escaped the mining platform, there were those who wanted to bring me back to work in the mines. But I longed for Phindar. So here I am!"

"But why did you hide? And since you are native Phindians, why didn't you just land?"

"So I know him? I am expected to know every Phindian in the galaxy?"

"Good question, very smart, Obawan."

"We are not to know."

"We are to do."

"I don't mean to sound greedy, but may I have your meat?"

"You weren't going to say goodbye? You were just going to leave?"

"Yes, we were talking about you, O Great Jemba. Come in... if you can."

"Jedi, you think yourself to be a fair man. But when Hutts and Humans argue, even the fairest of men take sides against my kind."

"What, Jedi? You send a child to fight me? Is this some insult?"

"I lifted my head and kissed [Edward] with a passion that might possibly set the forest on fire. I wouldn't have noticed."

"So there are real werewolves?" I asked. "With the full moon and silver bullets and all that?" Jacob snorted. "Real. Does that make me imaginary?"

"And then [Edward and I] continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever."

"Who rules you, nomads? Do you answer to someone's will besides your own? Are you free to choose your own path, or will the Volturi decide how you will live? "I came to witness. I stay to fight. The Volturi care nothing for the death of a child. They seek the death of our free will."

"Goodbye, Jacob, my brother...my son."

""If we live through this," Garrett whispered to Kate, "I'll follow you anywhere, woman." "Now he tells me," she muttered."

"It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined."

"I'm not even sure she's really a vampire, let alone a newborn," Emmett called from under the stairs. "She's too tame."

"It probably wasn't very mature. But I figured it would take Aro about half a second to guess — if he hadn't already — that my shield was more powerful than Edward had known. [...] So I grinned a huge, smug smile right at Jane."

""Bella's supposed to be a grown-up. Married and a mom and all that. Shouldn't there be more dignity?" Renesmee frowned, and touched Edward's face. "What does she want?" I asked. "Less dignity," Edward said with a grin."

""You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?" I screeched. And then I lunged for his throat."

"I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors." [...] "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly. Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent."

"We're going to tell Alice that I ran right to the clothes," I whispered, twisting my fingers into his hair and pulling my face closer to his. "We're going to tell her I spent hours in there playing dress-up. We're going to lie."

"You stupid mutt! How could you? My baby!" [Jacob] backed out the front door now as I stalked him, half-running backward down the stairs. "It wasn't my idea, Bella!" "I've held her all of one time, and already you think you have some moronic wolfy claim to her? She's mine. [...] How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost your mind?"

"The brilliant light overhead was still blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of the filaments inside the bulb. I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth color I had no name for."