She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose. Have you herd this one, Psycho? how do a blond's brain cells die?" She didn't say anything. Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?" She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me. Has she heard it?" I asked Edward. No." He answered. Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker--a blond's brain cells die alone.

It's too easy to be myself with you.

There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.

We did not hope for the same things, but we all hoped.

Don't let anyone tell you that high school is supposed to be fun. High school is to be endured. College is fun.

How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.