My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.
I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.
If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
You are my life. You’re the only thing it would hurt to lose.
I have an immature, Homer Simpson-like tendency to giggle when I say the words ‘seminal fluids’ in public.
I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.
Today is the first and last day of forever.
There’s no good story without romance.
The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane’s twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.
It’s easier to come up with new stories than it is to finish the ones you already have. I think every author would feel that way.
I know the exact date that I began writing Twilight, because it was also the first day of swim lessons for my kids. So I can say with certainty that it all started on June 2, 2003.
Bella: “Should I be afraid?” Edward: “Terrified.”
We’re a bit sensitive to blood around here. I’m sure you can understand that.
Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for.
After all I’ve seen, if I hadn’t learned compassion, I wouldn’t be worth much.
Jared glared balefully at the old man, his eyes full of the shock and pain of the betrayed. I had only human comparisons for such a look. Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas.
No, I had never intentionally caused anyone physical pain, but I had hurt Ian deeply enough just by hurting myself. Human lives were so impossibly tangled. What a mess.
It took only seconds for me to make these discoveries, but even in that short time, my stomach nearly jumped through my mouth trying to reach the food.
Storytelling was the most honored of all talents, for it benefited everyone.
I wanted myself. I wouldn’t let what was mine be destroyed.