I think page-turner is the term to describe Stephenie Meyer’s series: the books are almost addictive, but when you look beneath the surface you see a pretty simple story that has nothing to do with real life. Midway through the second book I got really disappointed with the author. You can’t just go back and edit the truth like that.
- When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
- It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
- Darkness is so predictable.
- Death shouldn’t be this uncomfortable.
- I saw no reason for fear. I couldn’t imagine anything in the world that there was left to be afraid of, not physically at least. One of the few advantages of losing everything.
- Between pain and nothing, I’d chosen nothing.
- Then there would come the point in my dream—and I could feel it coming now, but could never seem to wake myself up before it hit—when I couldn’t remember what it was that I was searching for. When I realized that there was nothing to search for, and nothing to find. That there never had been anything more than just this empty, dreary wood, and there never would be anything more for me… nothing but nothing…
- Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget […]
- I hadn’t said one word that was a lie, but I should have lied. The truth was wrong, it would hurt him.
- Happiness. It made the whole dying thing pretty bearable.
- Like a fairy tale again, with deadlines that ended the magic.
- It was heaven—right smack in the middle of hell.
- Fire and Ice
- Snorting was good; a voice couldn’t tremble or break during a snort.