Stephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyeris an American young-adult fiction writer and film producer, best known for her vampire romance series Twilight. The Twilight novels have gained worldwide recognition and sold over 100 million copies, with translations into 37 different languages. Meyer was the bestselling author of 2008 and 2009 in America, having sold over 29 million books in 2008, and 26.5 million books in 2009. Twilight was the best-selling book of 2008 in US bookstores...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth24 December 1973
CityHartford, CT
CountryUnited States of America
A girl can dream." His eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?" "Not exactly," I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. "Mostly I dream about being with you forever.
Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.
You still owe me a yellow Porsche.
Hope your new boots are fast Bella. One little jar isn't going to keep a hungry bear occupied for long." "I only have to be faster than you.
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Jacob Black New Moon
After a few minutes, he asked, real quietly, if you turned into an animal, too. And I said, ‘She wishes she was that cool!
i want you, and i want you forever. one lifetime is simply not enough for me.
I'll always be waiting in the wings Bella
Thats the beautiful thing about being human: Things change.
Nice girl who knew cars. Wow. I stared at her face harder, wishing I knew how to make it work. C’mon, Jake – imprint already.
He thinks things through too much.
Believe me, I wanted to say. I've tried. Oh, and also, I'm wretchedly in love with you. Keep it light.
When you can’t be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?
True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn't break any spells? Maybe it would be easy - like holding his hand or having his arms around me. Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't fell like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.