Sell Stupid Somewhere Else--there's Nothing Better Than

And Then I Saw The Way He Looked At Her... Like He Was A Blind Man, Seeing The Sun For The Very First Time.

You Live A Thousand Lives When You Read A Thousand Books.

You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal Vampires.

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

I Know The Exact Date That I Began Writing Twilight, Because It Was Also The First Day Of Swim Lessons For My Kids. So I Can Say With Certainty That It All Started On June 2, 2003.