You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.

Charlie Took My Hand And, In A Symbol As Old As The World, Placed It In Edward’s. I Touched The Cool Miracle Of His Skin, And I Was Home.

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

I Stared Because Their Faces, So Different, So Similar, Were All Devastatingly, Inhumanly Beautiful.

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.

I Know You Think That I Have Some Kind Of Perfect, Unyielding Self-control, But That's Not Actually The Case. - Edward Cullen