When 'Twilight' hit the New York Times bestseller list at number 5, for me that was the pinnacle, that was the moment. I never thought I would be there. And I keep having moments like that where you just stop and say, wait a minute - how is this still going up? I'm waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me.
The first sequel thing I wrote was this 'Forever Dawn' thing that will never get out, because it's horrid. But it's a really good outline for 'Breaking Dawn' - it's very similar. I knew what I was doing, which is good, because I think if I hadn't, there might have been a lot of pressure.
When I first started with 'Twilight,' I didn't have any experience. I didn't know what I was doing. So I was pretty intimidated by the editors and the publishers, and I felt like I was a kid in school with the principal telling me what to do! It was hard for me.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder
You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you," he whispered.
You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.
I feel like humor is a part of life. I don't think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.
I think being a teenager is such a compelling time period in your life-it gives you some of your worst scars and some of your most exhilarating moments. It's a fascinating place; old enough to feel truly adult, old enough to make decisions that affect the rest of your life, old enough to fall in love, yet, at the same time too young (in most cases) to be free to make a lot of those decisions without someone else's approval.
You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.
I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.
Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination
Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.
You are...Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence." -Bella
Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.
My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
I already know how strong you are. You didn't have to break the furniture." -Bella Swan
I'm really glad Edward didn't kill you. Everything's so much more fun with you around." - Emmett Cullen
I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I was dreaming.
I came to witness. I stay to fight.
Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.
If you throw a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will hop right out. But if you put that frog in a pot of tepid water and slowly warm it, the frog doesn't figure out what going on until it's too late. Boiled frog. It's just a metter of working by slow degrees.
Stop being so...optimistic, its getting on my nerves." "No problem. Do you want me to be all gloom and doom or just shut up?" "Just shut up." "Can do." "Really? Doesn't seem like it." -Jacob and seth
I was thinking, while I was running..." He paused. "About not hitting the trees, I hope.
What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!
It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen...
I know Okay, Sorry. I am. Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don't always feel the right thing, do the right thing
How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?
I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I'd chosen nothing.
We're lucky Esme thought to add an extra room. No one was planning for Ness-Renesmee." I frowned at him, my thoughts channeled down a less pleasant path. "Not you too," I complained. "Sorry, love. I hear it in their thoughts all the time, you know. It's rubbing off on me. I sighed. My baby, the sea serpent. Maybe there was no help for it. Well, I wasn't giving in.
How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?
After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?
And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.
I'll meet you at the altar" "I'll be the one in white!
When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy