I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

i want you, and i want you forever. one lifetime is simply not enough for me.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.

He thinks things through too much.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive

Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.