After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.

I could really appreciate him now - could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body with my strong new eyes, every angle and every plane of him. I could taste his pure, vivid scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips.

I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I'd chosen nothing.

I'm really glad I did not tattoo on my body 'cause I don't want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don't change at all.

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.

That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?