“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.”

The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior.

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.

I feel like humor is a part of life. I don’t think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.

I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.

Even if we all want you here, you don’t belong until you decide you do.

I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.

That’s not very attractive behavior, Bella. he said. Forgiveness is divine. Mind your own buisness.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Darkness is so predictable.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger.

Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.

The world is more alive at night; it’s like God isn’t looking.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they’re not alive.

Let the dead bury the dead, but while I’m alive, I must live and be happy.

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.

I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.

Women make the world beautiful, they protect it and keep it alive.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire called conscience.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.