Here in the trees it was much easier to believe the absurdities that embarrassed me indoors. Nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years, and all the myths and legends of a hundred different lands seemed much more likely in this green haze than they had in my clear-cut bedroom.

— Stephenie Meyer

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

— Stephenie Meyer

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.

— Stephenie Meyer

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

— Stephenie Meyer

He's like a drug for you, Bella.

— Stephenie Meyer

He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

— Stephenie Meyer

He thinks things through too much.

— Stephenie Meyer

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

— Stephenie Meyer

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

— Stephenie Meyer

His skin was a pretty color, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious." Nothing. I just hadn't realized before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my impulsive observation the wrong way. But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious." Well, then, thanks. Sort of." I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.

— Stephenie Meyer