Each minute, not knowing if Jacob was breathing or not, had seemed like ten lifetimes.

“My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math…”

“Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside.”

“Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Wil…”

“But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch…”