Don't Worry, Mel. Miracles Don't Work That

Momma, You're Special," Renesmee Told Me Without Any Surprise, Like She Was Commenting On The Color Of My Clothes.

Sometimes I’m Afraid That I’m Losing Myself.

I Was Consumed By The Mystery Edward Presented. And More Than A Little Obsessed By Edward Himself. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I Wasn't As Eager To Escape Forks As I Should Be, As Any Normal, Sane Person Would Be.

I'd Never Understood How Carlisle Was Able To Do That - Ignore The Blood Of His Patients In Order To Treat Them. Wouldn't The Constant Temptation Be So Distracting, So Dangerous? But Now, I Could See How, If You Were Focusing On Something Else Hard Enough, The Temptation Was Be Nothing At All.

Bella: "i'd Say I'm Sorry, But I'm Not." Edward: "and I Should Feel Sorry That You're Not Sorry, But I Don't.