Stephenie Meyer Quotes

American author

Stephenie Meyer (born December 24, 1973) is an American author. She is author of the young adult Twilight saga, which consists of Twilight and its sequels New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. The Twilight saga centers around Bella Swan, a human girl who falls in love with vampire Edward Cullen. Meyer is also the author of an adult science-fiction novel, The Host.

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Birth Name: Stephenie Morgan

Alternative Names: Stephenie Morgan Meyer

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"Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose.
Have you herd this one, Psycho?
how do a blond's brain cells die?"
She didn't say anything.
Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?"
She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me.
Has she heard it?" I asked Edward.
No." He answered.
Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker — a blond's brain cells die alone.

Body and soul. Two different things

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

You nicked-named my daughter after the Lock Ness Monster!

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.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.

"Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together."
I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.

"Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?" He pulled me tighter against his hard chest, tucking my head under his chin.

I pressed my lips against his snow-cold neck. "I know how much I love you," I answered.

You compare one small tree to the entire forest."

I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't see. "Impossible.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept — as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

I hate you, Jacob Black. That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion. I'll give you passionate, I muttered under my breath. Murder, the ultimate crime of passion.