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.

His liquid topaz eyes were penetrating — trying futilely, I assumed, to lift the truth straight from my mind.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

He must see how absorbed I was by him; he must not want to lead me on… so we couldn’t even be friends… because he wasn’t interested in me at all.

He was dangerous. He’d been trying to tell me that all along.

There was no rational explanation for how I was alive at this moment.

No, I don’t think she’s hurt. She just keeps saying ‘He’s gone.’

Sam Uley, New Moon

How did you get over here so fast?