I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.

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

I knew I was too late—and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.