Edward Smiled, I Smiled, Even Bernardo Smiled.

If People Would Write Exactly What I Wanted To Read I Wouldn't Feel So Compelled To Write Myself

His Eyes Widened Just A Bit, His Lips Flexed. I Realized He Was Trying Not To Laugh. I Hate It When People Find My Threats Amusing.

There Had To Be A Circle Of Hell Where You Were Eternally Fourteen, Eternally In Junior High. One Of The Lower Circles.

Maybe They Know What I Know, That The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs. Sometimes Four Inches Will Do The Job, But To Be Really Sure, I Like To Have Six.

Some Moments Are Perfect, And Then Someone Comes Along And F*cks It Up. Ain't It Always The Way.