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.

We’re usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you.

Were you planning to make it out of Forks before nightfall?

Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.

I hope you enjoy disappointment.

I wasn’t looking forward to Friday, and it more than lived up to my non-expectations.

Alice is the most… supportive.