Here's a few of my most favorite quotes from the Twilight (haven't gotten around to typing up New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn yet.)

"Do you have a multiple personality disorder?" I asked severely.

(Bella about Edward, Pg. 83)

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.



"It would be more...prudent for you not to be my friend," he explained. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella."

(Edward to Bella, Pg. 87)

"Well..." He paused, and then the rest of the words followed in a rush. "I decided as long as I was gong to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." (BEST ONE EVER!)



"No," I disagreed quickly, my eyes narrowing, "I can't imagine why that would be frustrating at all--just because someone refuses to tell you what they're thinking, even if all the while they're making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean...now, why would that be frustrating?"



"I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods."
"Ha ha." I still had my eyes closed, but I was feeling more normal every minute.
"Honestly--I've seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder."
"Poor Mike. I'll bet he's mad.
"He absolutely loathes me," Edward said cheerfully.

(Bella to Edward about Tyler, Pg. 164)

"If he's paralyzed from the neck down, he can't go to the prom either," I muttered, refining my plan.

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 167)

"You really shouldn't do that to people," I criticized. "It's hardly fair."
"Do what?"
"Dazzle them like that--she's probably hyperventilating in the kitchen right now."
He seemed confused.
"Oh, come on," I said dubiously. "You have to know the effect you have on people."
He tilted his head to one side, and his eyes were curious. "I dazzle people?"
"You haven't noticed? Do you really think everybody gets their way so easily?"
He ignored my questions. "Do I dazzle you?"
"Frequently," I admitted.

(Edward to Bella, Pg. 181)

"I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak," he laughed.

(Edward to Bella, Pg. 184)

"I'd like to have seen that." He chuckled darkly. "And you accused me of dazzling people--poor Jacob Black."

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 184)

"I decided that it didn't matter," I whispered.
"It didn't matter?" His tone made me look up--I had finally broken through his carefully composed mask. His face was incredulous, with just a hint of the anger I'd feared.
"No," I said softly. "It doesn't matter to me what you are."
A hard, mocking edge entered his voice. "You don't care if I'm a monster? If I'm not human?"
"No."

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 185)

"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered promptly.
"And how long have you been seventeen?"
His lips twitched as he stared at the road. "A while," he admitted at last.

(Bella about Edward, Pg. 195)

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how potent that part might be--that thirsted for blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocable in love with him.

(Edward to Bella about Twilight, Pg. 233)

"It's the safest time of day for us," he said, answering the unspoken question in my eyes. "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.

(Convo. Edward and Bella about Charlie, Pg. 244)

His voice turned sharp. "And if you don't come home, what will he think?"
"I have no idea," I answered coolly. "He knows I've been meaning to do the laundry. Maybe he'll think I fell in the washer."

(Edward in the sunlight, Pg. 260)

Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn't get used to it, though I'd been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect stature, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 267)

"So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my efforts. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin."

(Convo. Edward and Bella, Pg. 274)

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...," he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion."

(Edward to Bella, Pg. 273)

"Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "Bella, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought of you, still, white, cold...to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses...it would be unendurable." He lifter his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the more important thing to me now. The more important thing to me ever."

(Convo. Edward and Bella/Kiss, Pg. 281)

"No," he continued, "I was thinking there was something I wanted to try." And he took my face in his hands again.
I couldn't breathe.
He hesitated--not in the normal way, the human way.
Not the way a man might hesitate before he kissed a woman, to gauge her reaction, to see how he would be received. Perhaps he would hesitate to prolong the moment, that ideal moment of anticipation, sometimes better than the kiss itself.
Edward hesitated to test himself, to see if this was safe, to make sure he was still in control of his need.
And then his cold, marble lips pressed very softly against mine.
What neither of us was prepared for was my response.
Blood boiled under my skin, burned in my lips. My breath came in a wild gasp. My fingers knotted in his hair, clutching him to me. My lips parted as I breathed in his heady scent.
Immediately I felt him turn to unresponsive stone beneath my lips. His hands gently, but with irresistible force, pushed my face back. I opened my eyes and saw his guarded expression.
"Oops," I breathed.

(Convo. Edward and Bella, Pg. 283)

"Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?" How lighthearted, how human he seemed as he laughed now, her seraphic face untroubled. He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.
"I can't be sure, I'm still woozy," I managed to respond. "I think it's some of both, though."
"Maybe you should let me drive."
"Are you insane?" I protested.
"I can drive better than you on your best day," he teased. "You have much slower reflexes.

(Convo. Edward and Bella, Pg. 284)

"Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't ever walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk," he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest.
"Drunk?" I objected.
"You're intoxicated by my very presence." He was grinning that playful smirk again.
"I can't argue with that," I sighed. There was no way around it; I couldn't resist him in anything. I held the key high and dropped it, watching his hand flash like lightning to catch it soundlessly. "Take it easy--my truck is a senior citizen."
"Very sensible," he approved.
"And are you not affected at all?" I asked, irked. "By my presence?"
Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn't answer at first; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear to my chin, back and forth. I trembled.
"Regardless," he finally murmured, "I have better reflexes.

(Edward to Bella about himself, Pg. 287)

"I was born in Chicago in 1901." He paused and glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. My face was carefully unsurprised, patient for the rest .He smiled a tiny smile and continued. "Carlisle found me in a hospital in the summer of 1918. I was seventeen, and dying of the Spanish influenza."

(Convo. Edward and Bella, Pg. 314)

"Breakfast time," he said eventually, casually--to prove, I'm sure, that he remembered all of my human frailties.
So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
"Kidding!" I snickered. "And you said I couldn't act!"

(Convo. Edward and Bella, Pg. 319)

He tilted his head slowly and touched his cool lips to mine for the second time, very carefully, parting them slightly.
And then I collapsed.
"Bella?" His voice was alarmed as he caught me and held me up.
"You...made...me...faint," I accused him dizzily.
"What am I going to do with you?" he groaned in exasperation. "Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!"

(Alice to Edward and Bella, Pg. 323)

"Hey, Edward!" Alice called enthusiastically. She ran down the stairs, a streak of black hair and white skin, coming to a sudden and graceful stop in front of me. Carlisle and Esme shot warning glances at her, but I liked it. It was natural--for her anyway.
"Hi, Bella!" Alice said, and she bounced forward to kiss my cheek. If Carlisle and Esme had looked cautious before, they now looked staggered. There was shock in in my eyes, too, but I was also very pleased that she seemed to approve of me so entirely. I was startled to feel Edward stiffen at my side. I glanced at his face, but his expression was unreadable.

(Edward to Bella on his house, Pg. 329)

"No coffins, no piled skulls in the corner; I don't even think we have cobwebs...what a disappointment this must be fore you," he continued slyly.

(Alice to Edward, Pg. 346)

"It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share," Alice announced.

(Convo. Billy and Bella, Pg. 352)

He spoke each word carefully in his rumbling voice. "I noticed you've been spending time with one of the Cullens."
"Yes," I repeated curtly.
His eyes narrowed. "Maybe it's none of my business, but I don't think that is such a good idea."
"You're right," I agreed. "It is none of your business."

(Convo, Edward and Bella after 3rd kiss, Pg. 363)

"Damn it, Bella!" he broke off, gasping. "You'll be the death of me, I swear you will."
I leaned over, bracing my hands against my knees for support.
"You're indestructible," I mumbled, trying to catch my breath.
"I might have believed that before I met you. Now let's get of here before I do something really stupid," he growled.

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 365)

"Oh, you're the only one who's allowed to get mad?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"I wasn't mad at you."
"'Bella, you'll be the death of me'?" I quoted sourly.
"That was simply a statement of fact."

(Edward to Bella, Pg. 366)

"I love you," he said. "It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true."

(Convo. Bella and Esme, Pg. 368)

"Do they like to cheat, then?"
"Oh yes--you should hear the arguments they get into! Actually, I hope you don't, you'd think they were raised by a pack of wolves."

(Laurent about Bella, Pg. 379)

"You brought a snack?" he asked, his expression incredulous as he took an involuntary step forward.


But Edward was at my side at once. He caught me up in his iron grip, crushing me to him. He seemed unaware of his watching family as he pulled my face to his, lifting my feet off the floor. For the shortest second, his lips were icy and hard against mine. Then it was over. He set me down, still holding my face, his glorious eyes burning into mine.

(Convo. Bella, Jasper and Alice about the others, Pg. 410)

"You heard what Laurent said." My voice was just a whisper, but I was sure they could hear me. "He said James was lethal. What if something goes wrong, and they get separated? If something happens to any of them, Carlisle, Emmett...Edward..." I gulped. "If that wild female hurts Esme..." My voice had grown higher, a note of hysteria beginning to rise in it. "How could I live with myself when it's my fault? None of you should be risking yourselves for me--"
"Bella, Bella, stop," he interrupted me, his words pouring out so quickly they were hard to understand. "You're worrying about all the wrong things, Bella. Trust me on this--none of us are in jeopardy. You are under too mush strain as it is; don't add to it with wholly unnecessary worries. Listen to me!" he ordered, for I had looked away. "Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you."
"But why should you--"
Alice interrupted this time, touching my cheek with her cold fingers. "It's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us was to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?"

(Convo. Alice and Bella on becoming a vampire, Pg. 413)

"Edward doesn't want me to tell you that," she said firmly, but I sensed she didn't agree.
"That's not fair. I think I have a right to know.
"I know."
I looked at her, waiting.
She sighed. "He'll be extremely angry."
"It's none of his business. This is between you and me. Alice, as a friend, I'm begging you." And we were friends now, somehow--as she must have known we would be all along.

(Convo. Bella and Edward over the phone, Pg. 418)

"I miss you," I whispered.
"I know, Bella. Believe me, I know. It's like you've taken half my self away with you."
"Come and get it then," I challenged.

(Bella's note to Edward, Pg. 432)

I love you. I am so sorry. He has my mom, and I have to try. I know it may not work. I am so very, very sorry.
Don't be angry with Alice and Jasper. If I get away from them it will be a miracle. Tell them thank you for me. Alice especially, please.
And please, please don't come after him. That's what he wants, I think. I can't bear it if anyone has to be hurt because of me, especially you. Please, this is the only thing I can ask you now. For me.
I love you. Forgive me.
Bella.

(Bella on reuniting with Edward, Pg. 440)

I imagined that I had stayed at the airport to meet Edward. I visualized how I would stand on my toes, the sooner to see his face. How quickly, how gracefully he would move through the crowds of people separating us. And then I would run to close those last few feet between us--reckless as always--and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe.

(Convo. Bella and James, Pg. 448)

"Alice," I breathed, astonished.
"Yes, your little friend. I was surprised to see her in the clearing. So I guess her coven ought to be able to derive some comfort from this experience. I get you, but they get her. The one victim who escaped me, quite an honor, actually.
"And she did smell so delicious. I still regret that I never got to taste...She smelled even better than you do. Sorry--I don't mean to be offensive. You have a very nice smell. Floral, somehow..."

(Convo. Edward and Bella on Edward saving her, Pg. 460)

He sighed without returning my gaze. "It was impossible...to stop," he whispered. "Impossible. But I did." He looked up finally, with half a smile. "I must love you."
"Don't I taste as good as I smells?" I smiled in response. That hurt my face.
"Even better--better than imagined."
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
He raised his eyes to the ceiling. "Of all the things to apologize for."
"What should I apologize for?"
"For nearly taking yourself away from me forever."
"I'm sorry," I apologized again.
"I know why you did it." His voice was comforting. "It was still irrational, of course. You should have waited for me, you should have told me."
"You wouldn't have let me go."
"No," he agreed in a grim tone, "I wouldn't."

(Edward about Bella, Pg. 462)

"Afraid of a needle," he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. "Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. And IV, on the other hand..."

(Convo. Bella and Edward-Kiss, Pg. 463)

I wasn't so lost to the soreness or the fog of medication that I didn't respond to his touch. The beeping of the monitor jumped around erratically--now he wasn't the only one who could hear my heart misbehave.
"That's gong to be embarrassing," I muttered to myself.
He chuckled, and a speculative look came into his eye. "Hmm, I wonder..."
He leaned in slowly; the beeping noise accelerated wildly before his lips even touched me. But when they did, thought with the most gentle of pressure, the beeping stopped altogether.

(Convo. Renée and Bella on Edward, Pg. 467)

"I think that boy is in love with you," she accused, keeping her voice low.
"I think so, too," I confided.
"And how do you feel about him?" She only poorly concealed the raging curiously in her voice.
I sighed, looking away. As much as I love my mom, this was not a conversation I wanted to have with her. "I'm pretty crazy about him." There--that sounded like something a teenage with her first boyfriend might say.

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 476)

I snorted. He opened his eyes in surprise. "That's stupid. That's like going to someone who's just won the lottery, taking their money, and saying, 'Look, let's just go back to how things should be. It's better that way.' And I'm not buying it."
"I'm hardly a lottery prize," he growled.
"That's right. You're much better."
He rolled his eyes and set his lips. "Bella, we're not having this discussion anymore. I refuse to damn you to an eternity of night and that's the end of it."
"If you think that's the end, they you don't know me very well," I warned him. "You're not the only vampire I know."
His eyes were black again. "Alice wouldn't dare."
And for a moment he looked so frightening that I couldn't help but believe it--I couldn't imagine someone brave enough to cross him.
"Alice already saw it, didn't she?" I guessed. "That's why the things she says upset you. She knows I'm going to be like you...someday."
"She's wrong. She also saw you dead, but that didn't happen, either."
"You'll never catch me betting against Alice."

(Convo. Bella and Edward, Pg. 480)

"Edward?" I struggled to pronounce his name clearly.
"Yes?"
"I'm betting on Alice," I mumbled.
And then the night closed over me.

(Bella to Edward about Alice, Pg. 482)

"I'm not coming over anymore is Alice is going to treat me like Guinea Pig Barbie when I do," I griped.

(Edward to Bella, Pg. 486)

He sighed. "When someone wants to kill you, you're brave as a lion--and then when someone mentions dancing..." He shook his head.
I gulped. Dancing.



"Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?" I whispered conspiratorially.
"And where do you fit into the scheme?" He glared.
"Oh, I'm with the vampires of course."
He smiled reluctantly. "Anything to get out of dancing?
"Anything."

(Convo. Bella and Jacob, Pg. 490)

"Well, I hope you're enjoying yourself, at least. Seen anything you like?" I teased, nodding toward a group of girls lined up against the wall like pastel confections.
"Yeah," he sighed. "But she's taken."
He glanced down to meet my curious gaze for just a second--then we both looked away, embarrassed.
"You look really pretty, by the way," he added shyly.

(Convo. Jacob and Bella on Billy's message, Pg. 492)

"Okay...but, geez, this sounds bad." He shook his head. "He said to tell you, no, to warn you, that--and this is his plural, not mine"--he lifted one hand from my waist and made little quotations marks in the air--"'We'll be watching.'" He watched me warily for my reaction
It sounded like something from a mafia movie. I laughed out loud.
"Sorry you had to do this, Jake," I snickered.
"I don't mind that much," He grinned in releif. His eyes were appraising as they raked quickly over my dress. "So, should I tell him you said to butt the hell out?" he asked hopefully.

(Bella to Edward, Pg. 495)

"In what strange parallel dimension would I ever have gone to prom of my own free will? If you weren't a thousand times stronger than me, I would never have let you get away with this."

(Convo. Edward and Bella, Pg. 498)

His expression changed, softened and saddened by the subtle ache in my voice.
"Bella." His fingers lightly traced the shape of my lips. "I will stay with you--isn't that enough?"
I smiled under his fingertips. "Enough for now."
He frowned at my tenacity. No one was going to surrender tonight. He exhaled, and the sound was practically a growl.
I touched his face. "Look," I said. "I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn't that enough?"
"Yes, it is enough," he answered, smiling. "Enough for forever."
And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat.