You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.

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

And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon "Are you lonesome tonight?" just as I do.

Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.

The same ratios that govern music give laws to optics and to the movement of the heavens as well. Simple. Elegant. Predictable.

Real humility knows how to slam a door closed and say no more. You can't be humble without self-love.

I'm not convinced that what are traditionally considered to be male energies or qualities or female energies or qualities really have as much to do with gender as many people think they do.

We like the fine extravagance of that philosopher who declared that no man was as rich as all men ought to be.

The last thing we need is yet another makeup company. Even I have a nervous breakdown when I go through the department store makeup floor.

If you're too scared to put your dreams, thoughts, desires, fantasies on paper and share them with the world, then being an author isn't the right career for you.

The liberty of the press is dear to England; the licentiousness of the press is odious to England: the liberty of it can never be so well protected as by beating down the licentiousness.

There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good stories seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky.