"It's twilight," Edward murmured. [...] "It's the safest time of day for us," he said, answering the unspoken question in my eyes. "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way ... the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully. "I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."

"What kind of car is that?" I asked. "An M3." "I don't speak Car and Driver."

"Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving."

"Trust me just this once — you are the opposite of ordinary."