[Bella:] "Well...I assumed it was some kind of…occasion. But I didn't think it would be some trite human thing...prom!" I scoffed. […]
[Bella:] "Okay," I confessed in a rush. "So I was hoping that you might have changed your mind…that you were going to change me, after all." […]
A dozen emotions played across his face. Some I recognized: anger…pain…and then he seemed to collect himself and his expression became amused.
[Edward:] "You thought that would be a black tie occasion, did you?" he teased, touching the lapel of his tuxedo jacket. (Epilogue.175, 178, 180-181)
[Jacob to Bella:] "Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood – supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest tress on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark." He smiled to show me how little stock he put in the histories. "Another legend claims that we descended from wolves – and that the wolves are our brothers still." (6.109)
[Jacob to Bella:] "You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf– well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves." (6.113)