We Should Have Been Wiser; We Should

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

I Think There Are Many Feminists Who Would Say That I Am Not A Feminist. I Love Women, I Have A Lot Of Girlfriends, I Admire Them, They Make So Much More Sense To Me Than Men, And I Feel Like The World Is A Better Place When Women Are In Charge. So That Kind Of By Default Makes Me A Feminist. I Love Working In A Female World.

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

In My Head, Carlisle’s Kind Eyes Did Not Judge Me. I Knew That He Would Forgive Me For This Horrible Act That I Would Do. Because He Loved Me. Because He Thought I Was Better Than I Was. And He Would Still Love Me, Even As I Now Proved Him Wrong.

I'd Loved In So Many Bodies, But Never One I Loved Like This. Never One That I Craved In This Way. Of Course, This Would Be The One I'd Have To Give Up. The Irony Made Me Laugh, And I Concentrated On The Feel Of The Air That Popped In Little Bubbles From My Chest And Up Through My Throat. Laughter Was Like A Fresh Breeze - It Cleaned Its Way Through The Body, Making Everything Feel Good. Did Other Species Have Such A Simple Healer? I Couldn't Remember One.