Ian didn't come. He just sat here with you--he said he didn't care what you looked like. He wouldn't let anyone else… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
What's so funny?" Bella mumbled. "I got food in her hair," I told her, chortling again. "I'm not going to forget this,… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow...… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“That would be just like me-ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“But suddenly something sharp was cutting me, my throat, my wrists, my ankles. I screamed in shock, thinking he'd brought me there to hurt… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Alice: "I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors." Edward: "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Alice: "I do. Excellent.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“What can I give you, Wanda?” he insisted. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady.“Give me a lie, Jared.… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Mike's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Don't kid yourself, Bella. The guy's head over heels for you." "I know," I sighed. "Life is complicated." "And girls… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“You know the story in the bible? The one with the king and the two women fighting over the baby? Sure King Solomon. That's… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I’m exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
