After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for.… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I was like a lost moon―my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation―that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“It doesn't feel that way to me. I think... Well, I think that maybe... you're dying to be human." There was almost… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Not as bad! Not as bad! my mind tried to comfort me. It was true. This wasn't as bad. This wasn't the… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“If romeo was really gone, never coming back, would it have mattered whether or not juliet had taken Paris up on his… — 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
