Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.

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

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

It was a strange combination to absorb - the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.

I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I'd chosen nothing.

Becoming a vampire is forever. You don't get to change your mind about it later. For me, I think that's one of the big drawbacks with anything that's permanent. How do you know how you're going to feel in five years or 10 years? Even with a tattoo.