Well, I'm So Sorry That I Can't

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.

Edward Helped, Making Faces Every So Often At The Raw Ingredients-human Food Was Mildly Repulsive To Him.

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

So When He Touched Me, It Was Deeper And Slower Than The Wildfire, Like The Flow Of Molten Rock Far Beneath The Surface Of The Earth. Too Deep To Feel The Heat Of It, But It Moved Inexorably, Changing The Very Foundations Of The World With Its Advance.

But You See, Just Because We've Been...dealt A Certain Hand...it Doesn't Mean We Can't Choose To Rise Above- To Conquer The Boundaries Of A Destiny That None Of Us Wanted. To Try To Retain Whatever Essential Humanity We Can.