There Was A Different Ending

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

No One Dressed By Me Ever Looks Like An Idiot.

Would You Please Tell Me What You Are Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

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

I Glared At Him. "i May Not Die Now... But I'm Going To Die Sometime. Every Minute Of The Day, I Get Closer. And I'm Going To Get Old.