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.

So what did Edward Cullen want yesterday?

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

Most of the time I tune it all out — it can be very distracting. And then it’s easier to seem normal when I’m not accidentally answering someone’s thoughts rather than their words.

Aren’t we past all the evasions now?

Well, you asked if the sun hurt me, and it doesn’t. But I can’t go out in the sunlight — at least, not where anyone can see.

I told you — you don’t see yourself clearly at all. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You fascinate me.

I’m Jacob Black. You bought my dad’s truck.

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