Maybe It's Because I'm A Little Naive,

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Myself Closer To Him Until My Lips Touched His.

The Boy In The Pearl Gray Suit Could Have Been Jane's Twin. His Hair Was Darker, And His Lips Were Not As Full, But He Was Just As Lovely.

There Was A Different Ending To New Moon Originally. It Was A Much Quieter Book. It Was Very Much All In Bellas Head.

I'd Never Seen Anything More Beautiful - Even As I Ran, Gasping And Screaming, I Could Appreciate That. And The Last Seven Months Meant Nothing. And His Words In The Forest Meant Nothing. And It Did Not Matter If He Did Not Want Me. I Would Never Want Anything But Him, No Matter How Long I Lived.