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
Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m losing myself.
You’ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what’s best for you.
I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it.
When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.
It’s just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.
Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.
You’ve got to have a little more confidence in us than that. It’s insulting.
Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.
Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers
Bella, would you please stop trying to take your clothes off?
Hey, do you know what you call a blond with a brain?" I asked, and the continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever." I've heard that one, too," she said, no longer smiling. I'll keep trying." I promised.
What's so funny?" Bella mumbled. "I got food in her hair," I told her, chortling again. "I'm not going to forget this, dog," Rosalie hissed. "S'not so hard to erase a blond's memory," I countered. "Just blow in her ear." Get some new jokes, "Rosalie snapped.
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.