It's Like Pain, This Pleasure.

I Know The Exact Date That I Began Writing Twilight, Because It Was Also The First Day Of Swim Lessons For My Kids. So I Can Say With Certainty That It All Started On June 2, 2003.

It's Over. We've All Been Sentenced To Die.

I Can Hear Them On The Floor Below. They Will Find Me In Miuntes, Or Seconds. I Scrawl The Words On A Dirty Shred Of Newsprint. They Are Nearly Illegible, But If He Finds Them, He Will Understand: 'not Fast Enough. Love You Love Jamie. Don't Go Home' Not Only Do I Break Their Hearts, I Steal Their Refuge, Too. I Picture Our Little Canyon Abandoned, As It Must Be Forever Now. Or If Not Abandoned, A Tomb.

Bella." He Strocked My Face Anxiously. "i'm Not Going Anywhere. I'll Be Right Here As Long As You Need Me." "do You Swear You Won't Leave Me?" I Whispered. I Tried To Control The Gasping, At Least. My Ribs Were Throbbing. He Put His Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Brought His Face Close To Mine. His Eyes Were Wide And Serious. "i Swear.

It Was Nice To Be Alone, Not To Have To Smile And Look Pleased; A Relief To Stare Dejectedly Out The Window At The Sheeting Rain And Let Just A Few Tears Escape.