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

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.

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

I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.

My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest.

When I write a story, it's not like I'm thinking about what I'm doing