Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.

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

Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

That actually is one of my huge challenges right now because I write best at night, no question. I can focus. You know you're not getting any phone calls, I can shut everything down, and I'm just more creative at night.

You are...Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence." -Bella

Body and soul. Two different things

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.