Is the fire gone?" "Yes," I sighed. "Thank you, Edward." "I love you," he answered. "I know," I breathed, so tired. I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward's quiet laugh, weak with relief.

I know the exact date that I began writing Twilight, because it was also the first day of swim lessons for my kids. So I can say with certainty that it all started on June 2, 2003.

I had a secret that I was bound to protect but a secret that i was not to share. A secert that suddenly he knew all about.

I have to step out for a second. Don’t do anything funny while I’m gone.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

Edward's only human Bella. He's going to react like any other boy.

Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated.