Bears? You know, bears are not in season.

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. How ghastly it would be, I thought, shuddering, if Charlie had even the slightest inkling of exactly what I did like.

I’ve never minded being alone — I’m too much like you.

I looked into his eyes, abruptly grasping that this was every bit as new to him as it was to me. As many years of unfathomable experience as he had, this was hard for him, too.

He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I’d ever seen them, golden butterscotch.

Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction.

I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. There was no way I was going to own up to that.

He seemed to be wavering, torn by some internal dilemma. His eyes locked with mine, and I guessed he was making the decision right then whether or not to simply tell me the truth.

She wants to know if we’re secretly dating. And she wants to know how you feel about me.

Jessica’s analyzing everything I do — she’ll break it down for you later.