"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it." — Stephenie Meyer

"Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end."

"For almost ninety years I've walked among my kind, and yours … all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren't alive yet."

"I love you," I whispered.

"You are my life now," he answered simply.