I sighed and opened my eyes. And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes.

So it was going to be one of those days.

Why couldn’t I ever have a pleasant conversation with Mike anymore without it getting awkward?

W-o-w. Edward Cullen.

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

I so very nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily dealt with.

It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn’t simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn’t used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica’s mind… her mind isn’t very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn’t know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating.

I tried to block the inane chatter out of my head before the petty and the trivial could drive me mad.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

She would not have time to scream or feel pain; I would not kill her cruelly. That much I would give this stranger with her horribly desirable blood.

Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun