I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't Let What

That’s Edward. He’s Gorgeous, Of Course, But Don’t Waste Your Time. He Doesn’t Date. Apparently None Of The Girls Here Are Good-looking Enough For Him.

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.

It Is A Strange World," I Murmered, More To Myself Than To The Native Soul. "the Strangest," He Agreed.

You Nickednamed My Daughter After The Loch Ness Monster?

I Struggled To Find The Words To Name The Feelings That Flooded Through Me, But I Had No Words Strong Enough To Hold Them. For A Long Moment, I Drowned In Them. When I Surfaced, I Was Not The Same Man I Had Been. My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?