Once People Start Throwing Wet Stuff, I

I Think Ian Likes You Too Much

Don't Be Self-conscious, If I Could Dream At All, It Would Be About You. And I'm Not Ashamed Of It.

I Was Just Wondering Why You Stabbed Him. Not That I Object.

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

You Scared Me For A Minute There. I Thought Newton Was Dragging Your Dead Body Off To Bury It In The Woods.