Don't watch" the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.

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

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

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Jacob Black New Moon

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

You're not the center of the universe, you know.

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

He's like a drug for you, Bella. 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.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. - bella swan

A choice made having devastating consequences for another is really not a choice. It is an act.

It’s a wonder of human behavior: we build our own handcuffs that trap and harm us. We create the myth, and we honor it. We tell the lie, and we believe it.

Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves and under a just God cannot long retain it.

Happiness is a result of the relative strengths of positive and negative feelings rather than an absolute amount of one or the other.

We know that pumping oil out of the ground does not create many jobs. It does not foster an entrepreneurial spirit, nor does it sharpen critical faculties.

It only seems that there is something more important for you to do than to just quietly be yourself.

It’s easier to look sexy when you’re thinking of one man in particular.

Raising the minimum wage allows business people to stop thinking about workers simply as costs to be cut and allows you to start thinking about workers as customers to be cultivated.

At some point, the dollar has to give. You can't just keep printing money, and monetizing debt, and buying bonds, without the dollar imploding.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.