At Least I Died Trying.

Of Course, I Still Saw Edward At School, Because There Wasn't Anything Charlie [her Dad] Could Do About That. And Then, Edward Spent Almost Every Night In My Room, Too, But Charlie Wasn't Precisely Aware Of That. Edward's Ability To Climb Easily And Silently Through My Second-story Window Was Almost As Useful As His Ability To Read Charlie's Mind.

Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.

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?

No Two Writers Go About Things In Exactly The Same Way (intro)

Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.