I’d Noticed That His Eyes Were Black

I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me.

I'd Rather Die Than Be With Anyone But You.

What's Funny About That Is When I Was Writing Twilight Just For Myself And Not Thinking Of It As A Book, I Was Not Thinking About Publishing, And Yet At The Same Time I Was Casting It In My Head. Because When I Read Books, I See Them Very Visually.

So What You're Saying Is, I'm Your Brand Of Heroin?" I Teased, Trying To Lighten The Mood. He Smiled Swiftly, Seeming To Appreciate My Effort. "yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

Forever," He Vowed, Still A Little Staggered. "that's All I'm Asking For," I Said.