He called you pretty...That's practically an insult, the way you look right now...You're much more than beautiful.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf." "Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you CAN'T TALK.

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.

“Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk,” he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. “Drunk?” I objected. “You're intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.

There was a different ending to New Moon originally. It was a much quieter book. It was very much all in Bellas head.