Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

The Story Was A Sleeping Girl In A Narrow Bed Dark Hair Thick And Wild And Twisted Like Seaweed Across The Pillow... Bella's Lullaby

Do You Like Scary Stories? He Asked Ominously. Jacob Black

Edward: Bella, Please Stop Taking Your Clothes Off! Bella: Why? Did You Wanna Do That Part?

My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

Momma, You're Special," Renesmee Told Me Without Any Surprise, Like She Was Commenting On The Color Of My Clothes.