"But I’ve always maintained that it would have made no difference if the human were male and the vampire female�� it’s still the same story. Gender and species aside, Twilight has always been a story about the magic and obsession and frenzy of first love."

"I’m talking about novels where the rape scene could just as easily be any other sort of violent scene and it only becomes about sex because there’s a woman involved. If the genders were swapped, a rape scene wouldn’t have happened. The author would’ve come up with a different sort of scenario/ backstory/ defining moment for a male character."

His straight gold hair was wound into a bun on the back of his head, but there was nothing feminine about it�� somehow it made him look even more like a man.

I fumbled for my wallet.
“Um, let me�� you didn’t even get anything—��
“My treat, Beau.�� “But—��
“Try not to get caught up in antiquated gender roles.��

She turned toward the cafeteria, swinging her bag into place.
“Hey, let me get that for you,�� I offered.
She looked up at me with doe eyes. “Does it look too heavy for me?��
“Well, I mean…��
“Sure,�� she said. She slid the bag down her arm and then held it out to me, very deliberately using just the tip of her pinkie finger.

“Bonnie, there’s something you didn’t know about me.�� �� I used to smell really good to vampires.��

"Her pale arms, her slim shoulders, the fragile-looking twigs of her collarbones, the vulnerable hollows above them, the swanlike column of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts�� don’t stare, don’t stare�� and the ribs I could nearly count under the thin cotton. She was too perfect, I realized with a crushing wave of despair. There was no way this goddess could ever belong with me."

I had a new definition of beauty.