There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

Your number was up the first time I met you.

I was like a lost moon―my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation―that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity.

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.

But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.

I feel like reading really defined me as a writer because I lived my life outside of my own body for so much of my life and I loved it. I've always been a reader. I think living all those stories served me to naturally take that next step to creating.

You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?