“I looked at the stained-glass image of the lamb in the window above me, but that only reminded me that lambs are famous for being led to slaughter, or sometimes hanging out with lions in ill-advised relationships.”

“The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.”

“That’s certainly a problem. But that’s not what I was thinking of. It’s just that you are so soft, so fragile. I have to mind my actions every moment that we’re together so that I don’t hurt you. I could kill you quite easily, Bella, simply by accident.” His voice had become just a soft murmur. He moved his icy palm to rest it against my cheek. “If I was too hasty… if for one second I wasn’t paying enough attention, I could reach out, meaning to touch your face, and crush your skull by mistake. You don’t realize howincredibly breakable you are. I can never, never afford to lose any kind of control when I’m with you.”

“Madame Bellwings, Memoir Elf Coordinator, was not at all pleased with this request, because elves who write the memoirs of teenage girls have the habit of returning to the magical realm with atrocious grammar. They can’t seem to shake the phrases “watever” and “no way,” and they insert the word like into so many sentences that the other elves start slapping them…and for no apparent reason occasionally call out the name Edward Cullen.”

“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”

“Life sucks, and then you die.Yeah, I should be so lucky.”