I thought I'd explained it clearly before. Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist.
Is it really sick for me to be happy right now? I asked. My voice broke twice.He didn't push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs...
Not as bad! Not as bad! my mind tried to comfort me. It was true. This wasn't as bad. This wasn't the end of the world, not again. This was just the end of what little peace there was left behind....
I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.
So, how come Jacob Black gets togive you a gift and I don't? Because I have nothingto give back to you. Bella, you give me everythingjust by breathing.
Only a teenage boy would agree to this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education. He didn't see anything wrong with that picture. Jacob...
I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest....
She thought about how in that moment life was perfect because it was simple. One truck, a world asleep, and a million stars. It didn't matter where they were going. She was just existing.
All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.
We the People - shelling the Vietcong
The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...