“I bit a pillow. Or two.”

“Why am I covered in feathers?""I bit a pillow, or two.”

“Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...”

“Bella: "Why am I covered in feathers?"Bella:"You… bit a pillow? Why?"Bella: "You listen to me, Edward Cullen. I am not pretending anything for your sake, okay? I didn’t even know there was a reason to make you feel better until you started being all miserable. I’ve never been so happy in all my life – I wasn’t this happy when you decided that you loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were there waiting for me… Not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio, or when you said ‘I do’ and I realized that, somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it. So just deal with it." Edward: "We’re just lucky it was the pillows and not you."Edward: "You are making me insane, Bella."Edward: "You are so human, Bella. Ruled by your hormones."Edward :"So you seduced your all-too-willing husband. That’s not a capital offense.”

“The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bedDark hair thick and wild and twistedlike seaweed across the pillow... Bella's Lullaby”

“Victoria?" she hissed. "Laurent?"I nodded, a teensy bit alarmed by the expression in her black eyes. I pointed at my chest. "Danger magnet, remember?”

“You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?”