But never in the four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.

I thought about that for a minute - about what I wanted.

Becoming a vampire is forever. You don't get to change your mind about it later. For me, I think that's one of the big drawbacks with anything that's permanent. How do you know how you're going to feel in five years or 10 years? Even with a tattoo.

Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?

You should have seen his face when I started taking my clothes off. Priceless.

How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.