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Stop being so optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

Stephenie Meyer

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I belong wherever I want to be.
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Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. You truly are one frightening little monster.
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I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love with you.
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I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.
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I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.
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I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward’s grimace to Jacob’s sneer.
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I feel like humor is a part of life. I don’t think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.
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Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
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He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you’re thinking? Before I go mad?
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The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.
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Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?
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Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior.
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Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.
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He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
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My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn’t like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.
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I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
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