But now you're unhappy," he pointed out. "And?" I challenged. "That doesn't seem fair." He shrugged, but his eyes were still intense. I laughed without humour. "Hasn't anyone told you? Life isn't fair." "I believe I have heard that somewhere before," he agreed dryly.

I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?

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.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella's life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.