Twilight

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn't know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even
my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on
exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the
rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

they didn't know how

preoccupied I could get when surrounded by books; it was something I preferred to do alone.

Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over.

He was dangerous. He'd been trying to tell me that all along.

"I don't like double standards."

I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward Cullen. And that was very, very stupid.

The isolation must be their desire

It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.