She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing in biology.” She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.” I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive

I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. - Edward Cullen

Time means little; I never notice its passing.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.