When I Write A Story, It's Not

It's Sad When You Can't Make Everyone Happy, Though. It's Impossible But, At The Same Time, You Still Hope. You Think, 'maybe I Can Do It,' But You Know You Can't. But Gosh, If I Had To Rely On Giving People What They Wanted, I Would Have Had To Write 40 Billion Different Books And Even Then, I Wouldn't Get It Right.

He Was Trying To Be Everywhere At Once," The Redhead Told The Human. "trying To Make Sure Alice Had Nothing To Do, Actually." He Shook His Head As He Looked At The Tiny Blackhaired Girl. "alice Doesn‘t Need Anyone‘s Help." The Vampire Named Alice Shot A Glare At Jasper. "overprotective Fool," She Said In Her Clear Soprano Voice. Jasper Met Her Stare With A Half Smile, Seeming To Forget For A Second That I Existed.

It's Something About The Inevitability. How Nothing Can Keep Them Apart--not Her Selfishness, Or His Evil, Or Even Death, In The End...their Love Is Their Only Redeeming Quality.

Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

Hasn’t Anyone Ever Told You? Life Isn’t Fair.