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.