Yes Rosalie, we all know how proficient of an assassin you are.

Let me guess,' Ian said in a voice like ice. 'You fell on a rock.

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

She is mine.' Edward’s low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. 'I didn’t say I would fight fair.

When you can’t be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?

Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.

what choice have I? I cannot live without you, but I will not destroy your soul." -Edward Cullen