Que Quowle" -stay With Me Forever-

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.

I Felt Like I Was Staring Out Across An Ocean That I Was Going To Have To Swim From Shore To Shore Before I Could Rest Again.

And He Was My Friend. Not That He Wouldn't Kill Me If Things Turned Out That Way, But He Wouldn't Like Doing It. With Humans, What More Could You Ask For A Friend?

It Won't Be The Same For Me," I Whispered, Half To Myself. "you Won't Let Me Be Like That. We'll Live In Antarctica." Edward Snorted, Breaking The Tension. "penguins. Lovely.

I Wanted The Monster Back And That Was Plainly Wrong.