It never made sense for you to love me.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

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

A girl can dream." His eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?" "Not exactly," I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. "Mostly I dream about being with you forever.

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.