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“I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“You never know how much time you'll have.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Neither heaven nor hell can keep me apart from you, Melanie.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I know
Okay, Sorry. I am.
Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don't always feel the right thing, do the right thing”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Just tell me one more personal thing about yourself. I’m much more comfortable with Gabe than I am with Force.â€�

“Force equals mass times acceleration,â€� he said.”
― Olivia Cunning, Try Me

“melanie: well, tell him
wanda: what will happen then?
melanie: you know what will happen. kyle broke the rules. jeb will shoot him, or they'll kick him ou. meybe ian will beat the snot out of him first.that would be fun to watch.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“what will the South be like without all our fine boys? What would the South have been if they had lived?”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“Damn it, Bastien," Melanie complained. "We could have finally had someone on our side, but, nooooo. You had to go and open your mouth.”
― Dianne Duvall, Darkness Rises

“My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem... a little crazy to you. Please, forgive that and tell me your name, anyway."

"Melanie," I whisper.

"Melanie," he repeats. "I can't tell you how delighted I am to meet you.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Thanks, Jeb," Kyle said.
"Shut the hell up, Kyle. Just keep you fat mouth shut. I'm dead serious about shooting you, you worthless maggot.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“ (...) You're very young."
"No one's young anymore. Anyone who's survived this long is ancient."
There's a smile pulling up one corner of his mouth.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“The network employs thousands of humans. Surely one of them must be a ...woman...female...I don't know what you call them...vagina doctor."

Melanie laughed. "Vagina doctor?"

He smiled, relieved to have lightened her mood a bit. "I've had very little contact with doctors in my lifetime. You know what I mean."

"They're called OB/GYNs."

"Thank you.”
― Dianne Duvall, Darkness Rises

“Thinking of her aggravation with him during the meeting, he smiled. “Which reminds me . . . You kicked me.â€�
She shrugged, lips tilting up just a bit. “You were being an ass. Didn’t anyone ever tell you you can catch more flies with honey?�
“Sure. But who wants to catch flies?�
She laughed. “You’re impossible.�
“So everyone keeps telling me, but in far less pleasant terms.”
― Dianne Duvall, Phantom Shadows

“There was no hatred in your heart," I whispered. "That you existed is proof that we were wrong. We had no right to take your world from you, Walter. I hope your fairytales are true. I hope you find your Gladdie.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“The shortest life of any I’d ever lived. The shortest, the most important, the most heartbreaking of lives. The life that would forever define me. The life that had finally tied me to one star, to one planet, to one small family of strangers. A little more timeâ€� would that be so wrong?”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Chris frowned and glanced at Melanie just as she peeked at them over her shoulder. He turned back to Bastien, "Oh, hell no. I am NOT spending tens of thousands of dollars to soundproof a room down here so you two can have sex without the vampires hearing you."

Melanie covered her face with a file folder.

Seth crossed his arms over his chest, unable to suppress a smile.

Bastien quirked a brow at the irate human, "You WANT the vampires to hear us?"

"No," Chris sputtered, "I mean, I don't want you having sex! Not while you're both on the clock. Melanie is supposed to be working--"

"She is," Bastien defended her, "LONG hours."

"And YOU are supposed to be serving as guard. Seven vampires live across the hallway. What are you going to do if a couple of them have psychotic breaks and try to escape while you two are having a quickie?"

(Bastien)"Chase them down bare-ass naked and give the human guards and eyeful.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“It doesn't feel that way to me. I think... Well, I think that maybe... you're dying to be human." There was almost a smile in her thought as she heard the silly double meaning to the phrase. "After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire? I didn't know why I had yearned after it so desperately. All I knew was that, now that I had it, it was worth every ounce of risk and agony it had cost. It was better than I imagined. It was everything.”
― Stephenie Meyer

“Get me in here. Get me in here now!" I order. I have to get out of the swamp before it happens again.
But it does.
I feel it before I see it. Dozens of thick, razor-sharp needles pierce my right leg, sinking into my skin. It hurts like nothing I've felt before, and a strangled scream of pain escapes me.
Babette whips her head around, the motor forgotten. "Rylan! What is it!"
"Get me out! GET ME OUT!" I scream. Fearfully, I look over my shoulder, but seconds later I wish I hadn't as the attacker comes to the surface. It has a scaly body, sharp claws, feral eyes, and a long, ugly, sneering snout that's clamped around my leg.
Melanie identifies it with a shriek. "GATOR!”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel

“My father is beating Melanie, then, because a large dog begins to bark in warning, he beats this dog who competely submits to his thrashing. In the same way my mother and I also allowed ourselves to be thrashed. I know that the dog is my mother, absolute submission. I ask my father why he's beating Melanie as well, and he says he won't stand for such questions, she doesn't mean anything to him, it's shameless of me to even ask about her, he keeps repeating that Melanie doesn't mean anything to him, he only needs her for a few more weeks, for a little refreshment, I have to understand that.”
― Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina