"Carlisle Cullen. Looking at him without that hate clouding my eyes, I couldn't deny that killing him was murder. He was good. Good as any human we protected. Maybe better. Too much better."

""Don't be afraid," I murmured. "We belong together." I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it."

"Why am I covered in feathers?"

"How did people do this — swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had — with less than the absolute commitment Edward had given me?"

"Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away."

""No one will dare to call you plain when I'm through with you." "Only because they're afraid you'll suck their blood," I muttered."

"It wasn't nearly as easy to dance with Charlie. He was no better at it than I was, so we moved safely from side to side in a tiny square formation. Edward and Esme spun around us like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers."

"You're awfully small to be so hugely irritating."

"Life sucks, and then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky."

"When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?"

"Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain?" I asked, and then continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever."

"You ever think about dating?" [...] "I don't see them either, Quil. I don't see their faces."

"Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You're not taking him to a strip club, are you?"

"You. Got. Food. In. My. Hair."

"And then [Edward and I] continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever."

""If we live through this," Garrett whispered to Kate, "I'll follow you anywhere, woman." "Now he tells me," she muttered."

"It probably wasn't very mature. But I figured it would take Aro about half a second to guess — if he hadn't already — that my shield was more powerful than Edward had known. [...] So I grinned a huge, smug smile right at Jane."

"Goodbye, Jacob, my brother...my son."

"I lifted my head and kissed [Edward] with a passion that might possibly set the forest on fire. I wouldn't have noticed."

"So there are real werewolves?" I asked. "With the full moon and silver bullets and all that?" Jacob snorted. "Real. Does that make me imaginary?"

"Who rules you, nomads? Do you answer to someone's will besides your own? Are you free to choose your own path, or will the Volturi decide how you will live? "I came to witness. I stay to fight. The Volturi care nothing for the death of a child. They seek the death of our free will."

""How do I look?" Edward smiled. "Gorgeous, of course—" "Yes, yes, she always looks gorgeous," Alice finished his thought impatiently."

"'Bout time somebody scored around here."

"I'm not even sure she's really a vampire, let alone a newborn," Emmett called from under the stairs. "She's too tame."

"We're going to tell Alice that I ran right to the clothes," I whispered, twisting my fingers into his hair and pulling my face closer to his. "We're going to tell her I spent hours in there playing dress-up. We're going to lie."

"You stupid mutt! How could you? My baby!" [Jacob] backed out the front door now as I stalked him, half-running backward down the stairs. "It wasn't my idea, Bella!" "I've held her all of one time, and already you think you have some moronic wolfy claim to her? She's mine. [...] How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost your mind?"

""You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?" I screeched. And then I lunged for his throat."

""Bella's supposed to be a grown-up. Married and a mom and all that. Shouldn't there be more dignity?" Renesmee frowned, and touched Edward's face. "What does she want?" I asked. "Less dignity," Edward said with a grin."

"I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors." [...] "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly. Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent."

"All I wanted was to die. To never have been born. The whole of my existence did not outweigh this pain. Wasn't worth living through it for one more heartbeat."

"The brilliant light overhead was still blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of the filaments inside the bulb. I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth color I had no name for."

"He smiled the kind of smile that would have stopped my heart if it were still beating."

"James, snapping my leg under his foot. That was nothing. That was a soft place to rest on a feather bed. I'd take that now, a hundred times. A hundred snaps. I'd take it and be grateful."

"Instinctively, I tensed to defend myself. Any vampire who saw Jasper would have had the same reaction. The scars were like a lighted billboard. Dangerous, they screamed. How many vampires had tried to kill Jasper? Hundreds? Thousands? The same number that had died in the attempt."

"It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined."

""S'not so hard to erase a blonde's memory," I countered. "Just blow in her ear." "Get some new jokes," she snapped."

"That would go away, you know, if you imprinted. You wouldn't have to hurt over [Bella] anymore. Do you want to forget the way you feel about Sam? She deliberated for a moment. I think I do. I sighed. She was in a healthier place than I was."

"Have you heard this one, Psycho? How do a blonde's brain cells die? [... A] blonde's brain cells die alone."

"I could see that now — how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain. The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood. It was the baby girl in the blonde vampire's arms that held me here now. Renesmee."

"From upstairs, there was a new sound. The only sound that could touch me in this endless instant. A frantic pounding, a racing beat... A changing heart."

"Pork eating goat fucker!"

"I've fucked a thousand women, half again as many boys, some sheep, pigs, a few chickens, and the odd turtle."

"Festering dog penis!"

"Making someone who is seeking comfort stand out in the cold is a crock of rancid yak butter."

"He has asked if you would like to feel the power of his manly nakedness"

"Smite the sons of bitches Josh!"

"The Sin of Onan, the sin that takes hundreds of hours to get right, or at least what I told myself"

"Hey Josh, Balthazar sodomizing you?"

"Yah, I'm going to take advice from someone who fucks turtles."

"'Amid all the musical laments over not having a heart, a brain, or the nerve did anyone notice that they didn't have a penis among them? I'd think it would have shown on the Lion and the Tin Man, and when the Scarecrow had his pants de-stuffed, you don't see a flying monkey waving an arrant straw johnson around anywhere do ya? I think I know what song I'd be singing: 'Oh I would while away the hours/Wanking in the flowers/My heart all full of song/I'd be gilding all the lilies/As I waved about my willy/If only I had a schlong.'""