And the sound of your heart," he continued. "It's the most significant sound in my world. I'm so attuned to it now, I swear I could pick it out from miles away. But neither of these things matter. This," he said, taking my face in his hands. "You. That's what I'm keeping. You'll always be my Bella, you'll just be a little more durable.

The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.

If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often.

Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose. Have you herd this one, Psycho? how do a blond's brain cells die?" She didn't say anything. Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?" She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me. Has she heard it?" I asked Edward. No." He answered. Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker--a blond's brain cells die alone.

My mother is part albino." Bella Swan