Edward: “After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.

Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off!
Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?

I told you I didn't want to fight with Charlie."
"Nobody said that you had to."
I glowered at him. "I can't help myself when he gets all bossy like that―my natural teenage instincts overpower me.

Edward,' she mumbled softly.

She was dreaming of me.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please... don't go

You really should stay away from me.

So what are you going to tell her?"
"A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"
He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair."
"No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.