driving at the speed limit--hideous thought.

But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

I grew up in a community where it was not the exception to be a good girl. It was sort of expected. And all of my friends were good girls too, and my boyfriends were good boys. Everybody was pretty nice. And that affects how I write my characters. There aren't very many bad guys in my novels.

I was like a lost moon―my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation―that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity.

His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds.

...humankind's limited scope of mercy was reserved for their own.