Like All Bullies, They’re Cowards Underneath The

Love Is Irrational, I Reminded Myself. The More You Loved Someone, The Less Sense Anything Made.

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.

There Was A Different Ending To New Moon Originally. It Was A Much Quieter Book. It Was Very Much All In Bellas Head.

Now You Know," I Said Lightly, And Shrugged. "no One's Ever Loved Anyone As Much As I Love You.