The Chemist

by Stephenie Meyer

Today her name was Jesse.

aka Chris, aka Casey, a.k. Alex...her name changes a lot...but you'll learn why.

Fear would keep him alive.

Sometimes overreactions saved your life; sometimes they just put you in more danger.

She wasn’t that girl, and that was okay. She’d been born with her own gifts, and you didn’t get everything.

nice little point, be happy with yourself and stop comparing yourself to others.

Fear of loss, fear of having because that made the loss possible.

She wondered what it would be like to be a normal person. To be able to expect that mornings like this—waking up with someone you’d chosen—would happen over and over again. To go through the day certain that you’d lie back down at the end of it in the same bed, with that same person next to you. She doubted many people appreciated that certainty when they had it. It would be too much a part of everyday life to them, taken for granted, not something they would think of feeling grateful for.

It was funny how you didn’t realize how much you had to lose until it was gone.

the pain of losing something you’d never wanted but had come to count on anyway.

‘True talent is a limited commodity.’”