How old are you?โ she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. โSeventeen.โ โAnd how long have you been seventeen?โ I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. โA while,โ I admitted. โOkay,โ she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.
Stephenie MeyerI could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of fallingโit was pulling myself up a cliff-face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.
Stephenie MeyerYou know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires. Jacob B. Ch.14
Stephenie MeyerWhat's funny about that is when I was writing Twilight just for myself and not thinking of it as a book, I was not thinking about publishing, and yet at the same time I was casting it in my head. Because when I read books, I see them very visually.
Stephenie MeyerDazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm - into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
Stephenie MeyerThe way everyone looked at me made me uncomfortable. Even Edward. It was like I had grown a hundred feet during the course of the morning. I tried to ignore the impressed looks, mostly keeping my eyes on Nessieโs sleeping face and Jacobโs unchanged expression. I would always be just Bella to him, and that was a relief. Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, p.747
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