“I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.”

Without the existence of the opposite, the concept has no meaning.

He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.

I don’t want you to leave Which is exactly why I should. But don’t worry. I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.

I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.

Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn’t see.

I’d rather die than be with anyone but you.

Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.

You are, Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

The absence of him is everywhere I look.

Bella, there’s a part of you that loves me.

What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella’s life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.

You can’t run with vampires. Cuz they’re fast. Yea? well, we’re faster.

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

I have always thought that these two ways of talking, one is the fantastic, the fable, the fairy tale, and the other being history, the scholarly study of what happened, I think they’re both amazing ways to understand human nature.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Among the great struggles of man-good/evil, reason/unreason, etc.-there is also this mighty conflict between the fantasy of Home and the fantasy of Away, the dream of roots and the mirage of the journey.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.

For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.

I’ve done about anything I can fantasize about in the cold.