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

I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.

That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.

He called you pretty...That's practically an insult, the way you look right now...You're much more than beautiful.

What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong.

I feel like humor is a part of life. I don't think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.