Edward Was Always Focused, Watching And Also

Uncle Jeb," We Croaked In Surprise. "you Found Us." "well, Now," He Said, And His Gruff Voice Brought Back A Hundred Memories. "well, Now, Here's A Pickle.

Casting Is Really Exciting. With 'twilight,' I Wasn't Involved At All With The Casting In The Original. They Kept Me In The Loop, Which Was Great. They'd Be Like, 'hey Kristen Stewart's Gonna Do It' And I Was Like, 'really? Awesome.'

Charlie Took My Hand And, In A Symbol As Old As The World, Placed It In Edward’s. I Touched The Cool Miracle Of His Skin, And I Was Home.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella." His Voice Was Still Gentle, Not At All Critical. "i See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun." The Corner Of My Mouth Turned Up In A Wistful Half-smile. "i Used To Think Of You That Way, You Know. Like The Sun. My Personal Sun. You Balanced Out The Clouds Nicely For Me." He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.