What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

My mom is part albino.

I didn't want to be the monster! I didn't want to kill this room full of harmless children! I didn't want to lose everything I'd gained in a lifetime of sacrifice and denial!

You’ve got to have a little more confidence in us than that. It’s insulting.

Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell." - Bella Swan.

You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .

Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.