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

Could the Cullens be vampires? Well, they were something. Something outside the possibility of rational justification was taking place in front of my incredulous eyes. Whether it be Jacob’s cold ones or my own superhero theory, Edward Cullen was not… human. He was something more.

I felt silly, asking for clarification on make-believe.

I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with him like this again — openly, the walls between us gone for once. His words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn’t waste one minute I had with him.

I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

I wasn’t intending to bring a car.

I warned you I would be listening.

You don’t see yourself very clearly, you know. I’ll admit you’re dead-on about the bad things, but you didn’t hear what every human male in this school was thinking on your first day.

I promise to try to be safe. I’ll do the laundry tonight — that ought to be fraught with peril.

I won’t let you get lost.