I already know how strong you are. You didn't have to break the furniture." —Bella Swan

I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

This isn't about them, he snarled at me. This is about Bella. She has never been the one for you, she had never chosen you, but you continue to destroy your life for her!

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]

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.

You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?