What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.

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

The realization that God could be female required the consideration that the Devil could be also.

This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before.

Angelina Jolie’s older brother James Haven, the one she made out with, has a license plate on his SUV that reads Shiloh. Maybe it’s not that weird. After all, he could be the father.

I love Nashville, and I love the South, but on a professional level, I had started feeling smothered by the Nashville way of doing things.

It is in the expectations of happiness that much of happiness itself is found. And it takes courage to expect happiness.

I was obsessed with Elvis Presley when I was little.

For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

Birth control that really works - every night before we go to bed we spend an hour with our kids.

The first was a government of priestcraft, the second of conquerors, and the third of reason.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.