Though Rosalie and Emmett were more flagrant about their relationship, it was Alice and Jasper who knew each other’s every mood as well as their own. As if they could read minds, too – only just each other’s.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

We had to stick together, Alice and I. It wasn’t easy, hearing voices or seeing visions of the future. Both freaks among those who were already freaks. We protected each other’s secrets.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

Why did she have to come here? Why did she have to exist? Why did she have to ruin the little peace I had in this non-life of mine? Why had this aggravating human ever been born? She would ruin me.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

In a few moments, there would be nothing left in me that would reflect the years I’d spent with my creator, my mentor, my father in all the ways that counted. My eyes would glow red as a devil’s; all likeness would be lost forever.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

I was the last person who would ever stand as a protector for Isabella Swan. She would never need protection from anything more than she needed it from me.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

No doubt, when I did decipher her thoughts – and I would find a way to do so – they would be just as petty and trivial as any human’s thoughts. Not worth the effort I would expend to reach them.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

I knew that he would forgive me for this horrible act that I would do. Because he loved me. Because he thought I was better than I was. And he would still love me, even as I now proved him wrong.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

Rather unimaginative, actually. Just the barest hint of scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I’m a little disappointed.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

Perhaps it was just some long buried protective instinct – the strong for the weak. This girl looked more fragile than her new classmates.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

As I sped back to Forks doing ninety, I wasn’t sure where I was going. To say goodbye to my father? Or to embrace the monster inside me? The road flew away beneath my tires.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun