I Bit A Pillow. Or Two.

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?

Yeah, It's An Off Day When I Don't Get Somebody Telling Me How Edible I Smell." - Bella Swan.

It Was All Very Childish. Why On Earth Should Edward Have To Leave For Jacob To Come Over? Weren't We Past This Immaturity?

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

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.