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.

He called you pretty...That's practically an insult, the way you look right now...You're much more than beautiful.

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

What do I look like? The Wizard of Oz? You need a brain? You need a heart? Go ahead, take mine. Take everything I have.

Don't take too long, Mrs. Cullen

Love, life, meaning...over.

You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)