No Two Writers Go About Things In

Whoa, Whoa! Hold Up, There, Kid. She Lives In Forks, Remember? So She Gets Rained On.

It Never Made Sense For You To Love Me.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

But On A Clear, Sunny Day? How Would She Know To Flee When She Couldn't See Any Place For Danger To Hide?

If I Was Given The Choice Between Having The World Back And Having You, I Wouldn't Be Able To Give You Up. Not To Save Five Billion Lives.