I Love A Happy Ending. They Are

No Mistakes, I'd Promised Myself That I Would Make No Mistakes, No Matter How Minimal They Seemed. If I Held Her Hand, I Would Only Want More - Another Insignificant Touch, Another Move Closer To Her. I Could Feel That. A New Kind Of Desire Was Growing In Me, Working To Override My Self-control. No Mistakes.

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

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

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.

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.