So eager for eternal damnation.

Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain, but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

And then writing, it was like I just found it, you know? Like you just found your favorite flavor of ice cream, all of a sudden there it is. 'This is what I should have been doing for the last thirty years. What was I thinking?' So I was, then I was in and then I had to just keep going with it.

Love is simply where it is.

I had the feeling Edward wasn't the kind of person anyone got used to.