I was born in Connecticut in 1973, during a brief blip in my family's otherwise western U.S. existence. We were settled in Phoenix by the time I was four, and I think of myself as a native. The unusual spelling of my name was a gift from my father, Stephen (+ ie = me). Though I have had my name spelled wrong on pretty much everything my entire life long, I must admit that it makes it easier to Google myself now.I filled the "Jan Brady" spot in my family--the second of three girls; however, unlike the Bradys, none of my three brothers are steps, and all of them are younger than all the girls. I went to high school in Scottsdale, Arizona, the kind of place where every fall a few girls would come back to school with new noses and there were Porsches in the student lot. (For the record, I have my original nose and never had a car until I was in my twenties.) I was awarded a National Merit Scholarship, and I used it to pay my way to Brigham Young University, in Provo, Utah. I majored in English but concentrated on literature rather than creative writing, mostly because I didn't consider reading books "work." (As long as I was going to be doing something anyway, I might as well get course credit for it, right?)I met my husband, Pancho (his real name is Christiaan), when I was four, but we were never anywhere close to being childhood sweethearts; in fact, though we saw each other at least weekly through church activities, I can't recall a single instance when we so much as greeted each other with a friendly wave, let alone exchanged actual words. This may have been for the best, because when we did eventually get around to exchanging words, sixteen years after our first meeting, it only took nine months from the first "hello" to the wedding; of course, we were able to skip over a lot of the getting-to-know you parts. (Many of our conversations would go something like this: "This one time, when I was ten, I broke my hand at a party when--" "Yeah. I know what happened. I was there, remember?") We've been married for ten-and-a-half years now and have three beautiful, brilliant, wonderful boys who often remind me of chimpanzees on crack. I can't write without music, and my biggest muse is, ironically enough, the band Muse. My other favorite sources of inspiration are Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, The All American Rejects, Travis, The Strokes, Brand New, U2, Kasabian, Jimmy Eat World, and Weezer, to mention a few.
Graduated from Chaparral High School in Scottsdale, Arizona, with composer Jason Brandt (Class of 1992).
She made a cameo appearance in Twilight , the film based on one of her books of her best-selling "Twilight" series.
She also wrote the international bestseller "The Host".
Stephenie Meyer will be participating in the creation of a new music video for Jacks Mannequin. MTV News is reporting that she will "direct the video for "The Resolution", the first single from JMs upcoming album "The Glass Passenger" (due September 30)".
Frequently uses the names of family members and friends for characters in her books.
Has three sons with her husband Christian Meyer - Gabe Meyer (b.1997), Seth Meyer (b.2001) and Eli Meyer (b.2003).
People who love high school have something wrong with them.
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.
Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. . . . And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.
The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you,You are my life now.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.
You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.
Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.
You know I love you right?”“I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder,When you can live forever what do you live for?,Life sucks, and then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky.
Life sucks, and then you die. . .
Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.
I am not really breaking any rules. Charlie said I could never take another step through the door again. . . I came in through the window. . . Still, the intent was clear," said Edward.
How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?,Bella: I love you. Edward: You are my life now.
I honestly have no idea how to live without you.
Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behavior.
He thinks things through too much.
I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.
You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.
I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.
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.
I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now. If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it. I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb. what a stupid lamb. what a sick, masochistic lion.
It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.
Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two. . .
Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
Hard to feel confident when you’re surrounded by horse-sized wolves. - Emmett Cullen,My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came of his skin. it was like there had never been any hole in my chest. i was perfect- not healed but as if there never had been a wound in the first place.
It was strange and amusing. . . and, honestly, a bit embarrassing. . . to realize how much being near Bella had softened me. It seemed like no one was afraid of me any more. If Emmett found out about this, he would be laughing for the next century.
I gave you life. You’re wasting it.
Every choice has its consequences. Some more than others,In a lot of ways, living with Charlie was like having my own place, and I found myself reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely.
Storytelling was the most honored of all talents, for it benefited everyone.
I hate you for making me want you so much. (Edward),So this was different. I was amazing now - to them and to myself. It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.
Alice! You know I love you like a sister!""Words. " she growled.
Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.
Here in the trees it was much easier to believe the absurdities that embarrassed me indoors. Nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years, and all the myths and legends of a hundred different lands seemed much more likely in this green haze than they had in my clear-cut bedroom.
Um. . . carefully Bella ow.
There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.
And then I carefully sealed away my heart. . .
You really should stay away from me.
My old mind hadn’t been capable of holding this much love. My old heart had not been strong enough to bear it. Maybe this was the part of me that I’d brought forward to be intensified in my new life. Like Carlisle’s compassion and Esme’s devotion. I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice, and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else. I could live with that.
drenching his shirt with saltwater,It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating, poison spreads, healing, changing the body as it moves through it. Eventually the heart stops, and the conversion is finished. But all the time, every minute of it, a victim would be wishing for death,I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.
Humans were always surprising me.
Yes, heaven forbid I not be protected from tanks.
This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds - the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions. . the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.
Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?,Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.
When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.
Lie to me again," she whispered. "I love you," he said.
My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.
And so we carried on in our little piece of forever.
Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.
Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated. -- Bella Cullen,It makes me anxious to be away from you.
In Gym, the kids on my team learned not to pass me the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to take advantage of my weakness. I happily stayed out of their way.
Cerulean left. I wondered if she was from Flower Planet. Blue flowers were rare - one might take a name from that.
The ticking seconds pulled me toward the end. It was cold when he no longer held me. It got colder every step I took away from him. Just my imagination, of course. It was still summer here. It would always be summer here for me.
Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?,. . . the way a man might hesitate before he kissed a woman, to gauge her reaction, to see how he would be received. Perhaps he would hesitate to prolong the moment, that ideal moment of anticipation, sometimes better than kiss itself.
Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.
It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.
The outside world holds no interest for me without you. " -Edward,I always write things that entertain me, and one of the things that I find really enjoyable to explore is the idea of love. I like looking at my own life and my friends and family and how love changes who you are. It fascinates me.
