Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.

Well… don’t be offended, but you smell like a dog.

Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?' 'You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?

That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.

Alice: "No one will dare to call you plain when I'm through with you." Bella: "Only because they're afraid you'll suck their blood.

Edward: It wasn't the worst night of my life. Jake: Did it make the top ten? Edward: Possibly. But, if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that.