it’s awful. No privacy, no secrets. Everything you’re ashamed of, laid out for everyone to see.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?

I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.

I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me - that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never harm her.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

no one had to tell me anything. I know what I am