“It’s the thought that counts. I ought to know.” — Edward Cullen

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

It’s harder than it should be — keeping track of you. Usually I can find someone very easily, once I’ve heard their mind before.

There’s always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they’re civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist.

Bella, you are utterly absurd.

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

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.