What if his family was there? I felt a wave of real terror. Did they know that I knew? Was I supposed to know that they knew that I knew, or not?

Edward seemed to take a deep breath, and then he stepped out into the bright glow of the midday sun.

I can’t be sure — I don’t know how to read minds — but sometimes it seems like you’re trying to say goodbye when you’re saying something else.

Did you ever think that maybe my number was up the first time, with the van, and that you’ve been interfering with fate?

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.

I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause — no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.

I tried to be crafty as I hid my horror.

I should be afraid — I knew I should be, but I couldn’t feel the right kind of fear.

If Edward was a vampire — I could hardly make myself think the words — then what should I do? Involving someone else was definitely out. I couldn’t even believe myself; anyone I told would have me committed.

You were right.
I usually am - but about what in particular this time?
-Bella Swan and Edward Cullen