They Call Her My Singer—because

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.

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.

That Was The First Night I Dreamed Of Eward Cullen.

I'd Rather Die Than Be With Anyone But You.

Life And Love Would Go On. Even Though It Would Happen Without Me, The Idea Brought Me Joy.