In a sick way, it was my lucky day. If by lucky you meant taking a well-traveled highway at two hundred without so much as seeing one cop, even in the thirty-mile-an-hour speed-trap towns. What a letdown. A little chase action might have been nice, not to mention that the license plate info would bring the heat down on the leech. Sure, he’d buy his way out of it, but it might have been just a little inconvenient for him.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.330

Seemed like maybe getting your choices taken away from you wasn’t the very worst thing in the world. Maybe feeling like this was the very worst thing in the world.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.331

So how do you look for a random soul mate in a crowd? Well, first, I needed a crowd. So I tooled around, looking for a likely spot. I passed a couple of malls, which probably would’ve been pretty good places to find girls my age, but I couldn’t make myself stop. Did I want to imprint on some girl who hung out in a mall all day?
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.331

Sometimes they stared back. Sometimes they looked scared – like they were thinking, Who is this big freak glaring at me? Sometimes I thought they looked kind of interested, but maybe that was just my ego running wild.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.332

Maybe I was what Leah thought she was. Some kind of dead end that shouldn’t be passed on to another generation. Or maybe it was just that my life was a big, cruel joke, and there was no escape from the punch line.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.333

If you’re feeling that remorseful over boosting the car, you could always turn yourself in.
Lizzie, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.333

Nice girl who knew cars. Wow. I stared at her face harder, wishing I knew how to make it work. C’mon, Jake – imprint already.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.334

I wasn’t in that healthier place where Leah was headed. I wasn’t going to be able to fall in love like a normal person. Not when I was bleeding over someone else. Maybe – if it was ten years from now and Bella’s heart was long dead and I’d hauled myself through the whole grieving process and come out in one piece again – maybe then I could offer Lizzie a ride in a fast car and talk makes and models and get to know something about her and see if I liked her as a person. But that wasn’t going to happen now. Magic wasn’t going to save me. I was just going to have to take the torture like a man. Suck it up.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.334

Glad to hear you’re going straight.
Lizzie, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.335

I’m not going to pretend that I understand why Bella is unable to let go of you, but I do know that she does not behave this way to hurt you. She suffers a great deal over the pain she’s inflicting on you, and on me, by asking you to stay.
Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.338

So the psycho was “Rose” now. He’d completely crossed over to the dark side.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.339

I stared at Edward, feeling sort of like my eyes might pop out of their sockets. Underneath that disbelief, I could see right away that this was the critical factor. This was what had changed Edward – that the monster had convinced him of this love. He couldn’t hate what loved Bella. It was probably why he couldn’t hate me, either. There was a big difference, though. I wasn’t killing her.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.339

I’m sorry. I am truly sorry for the pain this causes you, Jacob. Though you hate me, I must admit that I don’t feel the same about you. I think of you as a… a brother in many ways. A comrade in arms, at the very least. I regret your suffering more than you realize. But Bella is going to survive, and I know that’s what really matters to you.
Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.341

I want your permission to deviate from what we agreed to in our treaty with Ephraim. I want you to grant us an exception. I want your permission to save her life. You know I’ll do it anyway, but I don’t want to break faith with you if there is any way to avoid it. We never intended to go back on our word, and we don’t do it lightly now. I want your understanding, Jacob, because you know exactly why we do this. I want the alliance between our families to survive when this is over.
Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.342

Crazy how easy it was, walking through the dark with a vampire right beside me. It didn’t feel unsafe, or even uncomfortable, really. It felt like walking next to anybody. Well, anybody who smelled bad.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.343

He has one of the purest, sincerest, kindest minds I’ve ever heard. You’re lucky to have his thoughts to share.
Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.343

You can talk when you’re not being stupid.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.345

Tomorrow, she’d be someone else. But hopefully alive, and that was what counted, right? She’d look at me with the same eyes, sort of. Smile with the same lips, almost. She’d still know me better than anyone who didn’t have full access to the inside of my head. Leah might be an interesting companion, maybe even a true friend – someone who would stand up for me. But she wasn’t my best friend the way that Bella was. Aside from the impossible love I felt for Bella, there was also that other bond, and it ran bone deep. Tomorrow, she’d be my enemy. Or she’d be my ally. And, apparently, the distinction was up to me.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.345

Rose’ll catch me if I trip over my feet. Which could happen pretty easily, since I can’t see them.
Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 17, p.346