My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

Sometimes ideas feel like they were already there, and that you're just discovering them.

Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?' 'You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.

Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm a idiot.

Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through—usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.

I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. - Edward Cullen