My Mom Is Part Albino.

Casting Is Really Exciting. With 'twilight,' I Wasn't Involved At All With The Casting In The Original. They Kept Me In The Loop, Which Was Great. They'd Be Like, 'hey Kristen Stewart's Gonna Do It' And I Was Like, 'really? Awesome.'

What Kind Of An Idiotic Question Is That?

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

Good Luck Tended To Avoid Me.

How Did People Do This - Swallow All Their Fears And Trust Someone Else So Implicitly With Every Imperfection And Fear They Had.