I want to be a monster too.
STEPHENIE MEYERI want to be a monster too.
STEPHENIE MEYERHappiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
STEPHENIE MEYERHer name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.
STEPHENIE MEYERI glanced, wide eyed, from Edward’s grimace to Jacob’s sneer.
STEPHENIE MEYERTime passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
STEPHENIE MEYERYou are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.
STEPHENIE MEYERAfter all, what was more important, in the end, than love?
STEPHENIE MEYERI was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.
STEPHENIE MEYERIt felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.
STEPHENIE MEYERI was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.
STEPHENIE MEYERToday is the first and last day of forever.
STEPHENIE MEYERAnd it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.
STEPHENIE MEYERMaybe you’ll get lucky. I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. Maybe I’ll get hit by a truck on my way back.
STEPHENIE MEYERHe’s got to let go of you sometime.
STEPHENIE MEYERHe was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.
STEPHENIE MEYERPerhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.
STEPHENIE MEYER