I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

It's not what you are. It's what you do.

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

Bella: "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Edward: "And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't.

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.