I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.

You gonna back down so easy, little sister?. Not much wild about you, is there? I bet that cottage doesn't have a scratch. Did Edward tell you how many houses Rose and I smashed?

So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.

Stop being so… optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much.

My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest.

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.