I belong wherever I want to be.
And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn't kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn't like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask for a friend?
It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when you doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?
If I were to continue on with 'The Host,' which is a possibility, there are characters and stories that could continue... If I went ahead with that, it would be two more... Next would be 'The Soul,' and then 'The Seeker.'
Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.
When 'Twilight' hit the New York Times bestseller list at number 5, for me that was the pinnacle, that was the moment. I never thought I would be there. And I keep having moments like that where you just stop and say, wait a minute - how is this still going up? I'm waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me.
How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?
Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.
It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your life would have taken… If the world was the way it was supposed to be, if there were no monsters and no magic.
That's how it's supposed to happen. How it should happen. How it would have happened if I didn't exist — and I shouldn't exist.-Edward Cullen.
I'm not coming over anymore if Alice is going to treat me like Guinea Pig Barbie when I do, I griped.
If I had my way, I would spend the majority of my time kissing Edward.
I won't stop you. I want this to happen, because I want you to be safe. And yet I want to be with you. The two desires are impossible to reconcile.
My first instinct, the product of a lifetime of insecurities, was to wonder what I had done wrong.
For almost ninety years I've walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren't alive yet.
I know it's going to be bad for you, Jacob. I understand that—maybe better than you think. I don't like her, but… she's your Sam. She's everything you want and everything you can't have.
One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.
I may not die now…but I'm going to die sometime.
Fine," Jeb said curtly, stowing his gun. "But don't test me. I haven't shot anyone in a real long time, and I sort of miss the trill of it.
You are my business!
Nudity was an inconvenient but unavoidable part of pack life. We'd all thought nothing of it before Leah came along. Then it got awkward.
My insides were chaotic with panic and grief, but that didn't matter—only the outside mattered right now. Putting on a good show was something I knew I had to master.
I would run to close those last few feet between us - reckless as always - and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe.
He would routinely sit on her side of our table before class began, chattering at her, encouraged by her smiles. Just polite smiles, I told myself. All the same, I frequently amused myself by imagining backhanding him across the room and into the far wall . . . It probably wouldn't injure him fatally.
Until your heart stops beating, Bella," he said. "I'll be here-- fighting.
As I took another breath, I saw the three stars again. They were not calling to me; they were letting me go, leaving me to the black universe I had wandered for so many lifetimes. I drifted into the black, and it got brighter and brighter. It wasn't black at all - it was blue. Warm, vibrant, brilliant blue...I floated into it with no fear at all.
I've never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it's much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that's probably just because it's you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.
But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave it's mark - on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can't blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn't let me escape the consequences.
My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.
Bella is alive after all, and Alice is here with her! Isn't that wonderful?
I don't want to be a vampire. A lot of other people do and I think it's that dual nature - we have, you know, terrifying/intriguing.
And then I carefully sealed away my heart...
He went back to the TV, and after I finished washing the dishes by hand—no dishwasher—I went upstairs unwillingly to work on my math homework. I could feel a tradition in the making.
Jacob's little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn't the smile I'd been waiting to see.
Don't take too long, Mrs. Cullen.
More than my own life.
There's something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it's so… protective. Like he's about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.
I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me - that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never harm her.
It's not what you are. It's what you do.
No blood, no foul.
You think I regret saving your life?
Yeah," he agreed. "A bunch of vampires trying to kill you. The usual.
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the things you do with it. You are beautiful.
Those were the only kind of days their marriage had—the early ones.
The irresponsible mother helped explain bella's maturity. She'd had to grow up early, to become the caretaker. That's why she didn't like being cared for- she felt it was her job.
It was encouraging to see that she sometimes got things wrong. Tyler's persistence had nothing to do with the accident. She didn't seem to understand the appeal she held for the human boys at the high school. Did she not see the appeal she had for me, either?
But you see, just because we've been...dealt a certain hand...it doesn't mean we can't choose to rise above- to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted. to try to retain whatever essential humanity we can.
