I Said It Would Be Better If

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

It Felt Almost Rude To Ignore Toe Pretty White Bed, But We Just Weren’t Going To Make It That Far.

The Bond Forged Between Us Was Not One That Could Be Broken By Absence, Distance, Or Time. And No Matter How Much More Special Or Beautiful Or Brilliant Or Perfect Than Me He Might Be, He Was As Irreversibly Altered As I Was. As I Would Always Belong To Him, So Would He Always Be Mine.

Whoa, Whoa! Hold Up, There, Kid. She Lives In Forks, Remember? So She Gets Rained On.

Books Have Been Thought Of As Windows To Another World Of Imagination