Why Does Ian Think I Have To

That’s Edward. He’s Gorgeous, Of Course, But Don’t Waste Your Time. He Doesn’t Date. Apparently None Of The Girls Here Are Good-looking Enough For Him.

I Had Never Given Much Thought To How I Would Die, But Dying In The Place Of Someone I Love Doesn't Seem Like Such A Bad Way To Go.

About Three Things I Was Absolutely Positive. First, Edward Was A Vampire. Second, There Was A Part Of Him - And I Didn’t Know How Potent That Part Might Be - That Thirsted For My Blood. And Third, I Was Unconditionally And Irrevocably In Love With Him.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.

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.