He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else.

When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.

I gave you life. You’re wasting it.

So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.

It's easier to come up with new stories than it is to finish the ones you already have. I think every author would feel that way.

I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.