Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.

That actually is one of my huge challenges right now because I write best at night, no question. I can focus. You know you're not getting any phone calls, I can shut everything down, and I'm just more creative at night.

Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.

Bella: "Should I be afraid?" Edward: "Terrified."

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

You may have taken the planet, but you will lose this game!

I don't want you to leave Which is exactly why I should. But don't worry. I'm essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.