1.- His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be.
2.- It was very difficult, while he was touching me, to frame a coherent question.
3.- Let me get this straight — I’m the baby seal, right?
4-. He laughed, and then began to hum that same, unfamiliar lullaby; the voice of an archangel, soft in my ear.
5.- It was easy to see where his inspiration came from—but Edward’s look wasn’t something that could be achieved through imitation.
6.- A girl can dream.
7.- I think I forgot to breathe.
8.- Every time he touched me, in even the most casual way, my heart had an audible reaction.
9.- Edward stood beside me, casting no reflection, excruciatingly lovely and forever seventeen.
10.- I wondered how long this could last. Maybe someday, years from now—if the pain would just decrease to the point where I could bear it—I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life. And, if it were possible that the pain would ever soften enough to allow me to do that, I was sure that I would feel grateful for as much time as he’d given me. More than I’d asked for, more than I’d deserved. Maybe someday I’d be able to see it that way.