He Put His Cold Hands On Either

For Almost Ninety Years I’ve Walked Among My Kind, And Yours… All The Time Thinking I Was Complete In Myself, Not Realizing What I Was Seeking. And Not Finding Anything, Because You Weren’t Alive Yet.

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

If You Don’t Send Edward Out,” Emmett—still Invisible In The Night—hissed Menacingly, “we’re Coming In After Him!” “go,” I Laughed. “before They Break My House.

You Can't Run With Vampires. 'cuz They're Fast." -bella "yea? Well, We're Faster.