Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.

Just like a kitten that thinks its a tiger.

Bella: "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Edward: "And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't.

You’re monopolizing the bride,” Emmett said, coming up behind Edward’s shoulder. “Let me dance with my little sister. This could be my last chance to make her blush.

"You’re exactly like Charlie." She'd sighed, resigned. "Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too."