"What are you thinking?" he asked curiously. I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth. "I'm trying to figure out what you are."

Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine." -Edward

Yes Rosalie, we all know how proficient of an assassin you are.

It’s just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.

You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.