Carlisle Has A Theory...he Believes That We

You Look Tired." "yeah," I Agreed, And Shrugged. "near-death Experiences Do That To Me . . .

I Could Really Appreciate Him Now - Could Properly See Every Beautiful Line Of His Perfect Face, Of His Long, Flawless Body With My Strong New Eyes, Every Angle And Every Plane Of Him. I Could Taste His Pure, Vivid Scent On My Tongue And Feel The Unbelievable Silkiness Of His Marble Skin Under My Sensitive Fingertips.

He Was My Best Friend. I Would Always Love Him, And It Would Never, Ever Be Enough.

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.

You Scared Me For A Minute There. I Thought Newton Was Dragging Your Dead Body Off To Bury It In The Woods.