I grew up in a community where it was not the exception to be a good girl. It was sort of expected. And all of my friends were good girls too, and my boyfriends were good boys. Everybody was pretty nice. And that affects how I write my characters. There aren't very many bad guys in my novels.

When you can’t be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?

Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

You never know how much time you'll have.

I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain, but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.