Humans Were Always Surprising Me.

We Value The Individual. We Probably Put Too Much Emphasis On The Individual, If It Comes Right Down To It. How Many People, In The Abstract, Would...let's Say Paige....how Many People Would She Sacrifice To Keep Andy Alive? The Answer Wouldn't Make Any Sense If You Were Looking At The Whole Of Humanity As Equals.

Being Mormon Is A Big Part Of Who I Am, And I Try Very Hard To Live The Right Way, But I Don't Know That I'm An Example. I Hate To Say, 'yes, Look At Me. I'm A Good Example Of Being Mormon.' I Want To Be The Best Person I Can Be, So In That Aspect, Maybe I'm A Good Example.

There’s Something… Strange About The Way You Two Are Together. The Way He Watches You — It’s So… Protective. Like He’s About To Throw Himself In Front Of A Bullet To Save You Or Something.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

I Couldn’t Get The Words Exactly Right; I Only Remembered Wishing That Jacob Were My Brother So That We Could Love Each Other Without Any Confusion Or Pain.