When I came here as a child, he would always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door. I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.

Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?

I saved your life – I don’t owe you anything.

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.

You and Cullen, huh?

Are you so depressed by Forks that it’s made you suicidal?

You are exactly my brand of heroin. –Edward Cullen

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.

You’re so small to be so hugely irritating.

-Edward Cullen

Contributed by Sophie

It doesn’t matter to me what you are.