Bella it’s not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.

I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.

What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?

So you faint at the sight of blood?

You scared me for a minute there. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.

Honestly-I’ve seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.

Go sit down and look pale.

Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?

Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So…try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?

Do I dazzle you?

Only you could get in trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know.

You’re a magnet for accidents-that’s not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.

I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

Your number was up the first time I met you.

I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried you’re the freak.

And you accuse me of dazzling people-poor Jacob Black.

I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke.

Hadn’t you noticed? I’m breaking all the rules now.

We all like to drive fast.

Are you referring to the fact that you can’t walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over.

When we hunt, we give ourselves over to our senses…govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way…

It’s twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. 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?

If I’m going to be alone with you tommorrow, I’m going to take whatever precautions I can.

Are you so depressed by Forks that it’s made you suicidal.

So you’re worried about the trouble it might cause me-if you con’t come home?

Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?

I’m the worlds best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in-my voice, my face, even my smell. As if i need any of that!

That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That’s really not in you’re best interest.

I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me.

I so very nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily dealt with.

Who were you, an insignificant little girl, to chase me from the place I wanted to be?

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…What a stupid lamb. What a sick, masochistic lion.

It was just how close you were. Most humans instinctively shy away from us, are repelled by our alienness… I wasn’t expecting you to come so close. And the smell of your throat.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

Bella, I’ve already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I’m not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can’t even walk straight. Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk.

You’re intoxicated by my very presence.

Do you think I could walk down the street in the sunlight without causing traffic accidents?

Bring on the shackles — I’m your prisoner.

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.

Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.

You don’t realize how incredibly breakable you are. I can never, never afford to lose any kind of control when I’m with you.

I may not be a human, but I am a man.

Your hair looks like a haystack… but I like it.

You are utterly indecent — no one should look so tempting, it’s not fair.

Shall I explain how you are tempting me?

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

And you’re worried, not because you’re headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won’t approve of you, correct?

Actually, Esme wouldn’t care if you had a third eye and webbed feet.

Finally, a rational response! I was beginning to think you had no sense of self-preservation at all.

No coffins, no piled skulls in the corners; I don’t even think we have cobwebs… what a disappointment this must be for you.

I know that at some point, something I tell you or something you see is going to be too much. And then you’ll run away from me, screaming as you go. I won’t stop you. I want this to happen, because I want you to be safe. And yet, I want to be with you. The two desires are impossible to reconcile…

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