When the time comes, don’t be afraid to open the door, just make sure you choose the right one.

Books like Twilight are not art. They are mass-produced crap that is meant to be consumed by the widest possible audience, for the largest possible profit.

The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to– that’s the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in case, I dont know, his comic book collection decided to spontaneously...

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

Madame Bellwings, Memoir Elf Coordinator, was not at all pleased with this request, because elves who write the memoirs of teenage girls have the habit of returning to the magical realm with atrocious grammar. They...

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

Love when you can, and fight when you must, but stand together and never give up, not to the enemy, and not on each other.

me”in the time between sunset and darkness.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free...

Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.

You can’t wish for more wishes or for vague generalities like happiness that are impossible to grant. Your wish has to be something specific enough that I can use my wand to make it happen....

Oh come on,’Pheobe continued. ‘You’re asking for it. Pale skin, black clothes, no lunch and that whole brooding thing? It’s hilarious. You should get body glitter and go after an unsuspecting freshman.”You should!’ Cassidy agreed....

Everything changes, and there’s no denying that. But change isn’t always bad, as long as you hold onto who you truly are, and hold onto each other.

When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up...

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

When I first heard Twilight was a book about vampires that sparkled in the light and shape shifters/wolves eager to assist the vampires, I thought, Finally, a metaphorical book dealing with politicians and lobbyists.

Six years of dreams would end in eternal love, or an eternity of loss.

Laura smiled a little wanly in the twilight. “Far more afraid of flesh and blood than ghosts,” she murmured.

As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must be most aware...

It is unnecessary to heighten the glory of day by comparing it with the preceding twilight.

How much more mysterious and inviting is the street of an old town with its altering realms of darkness and light than are the brightly and evenly lit streets of today! The imagination and daydreaming...

Fall down again, Bella?’No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.