She Just Keeps Saying "he’s Gone.

What's Funny About That Is When I Was Writing Twilight Just For Myself And Not Thinking Of It As A Book, I Was Not Thinking About Publishing, And Yet At The Same Time I Was Casting It In My Head. Because When I Read Books, I See Them Very Visually.

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

Jacob's Little Smirk Became A Full-blown Grin, And I Knew He Was Picturing Charlie Showing Up To Arrest Him. This Grin Was Too Bitter, Too Full Of Mocking To Satisfy Me. This Wasn't The Smile I'd Been Waiting To See.

He Wished He Hadn't Pulled Me From The Path Of Tyler's Van - There Was No Other Conclusion I Could Come To.

Momma, You're Special," Renesmee Told Me Without Any Surprise, Like She Was Commenting On The Color Of My Clothes.