You Never Know How Much Time You'll

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

I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't Let What Was Mine Be Destroyed.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look.

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.