Życie i śmierć

It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?

"So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin."

It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn't.

You need a healthy dose of fear. Nothing could be more beneficial for you.

You're not a magnet for accidents — that's not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.

Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through —
usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, but it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.

I wasn't interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.

I couldn't imagine any door that wouldn't be opened by that degree of beauty.

Наши взгляды пересеклись на секунду...

В этот самый момент я встретилась глазами с младшим из Калленов...
Наши взгляды пересеклись на секунду, но я была готова поклясться, что в этот раз в его глазах не было ни лютой ненависти,ни всепоглощающей злобы