His Gift Is Slower Than Jane's. It

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

The Irresponsible Mother Helped Explain Bella's Maturity. She'd Had To Grow Up Early, To Become The Caretaker. That's Why She Didn't Like Being Cared For- She Felt It Was Her Job.

Edward,' She Mumbled Softly. She Was Dreaming Of Me. Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again? It Felt Like Mine Was About To. 'stay,' She Sighed. 'don't Go. Please... Don't Go

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.

Perhaps There Could Be No Joy On This Planet Without An Equal Weight Of Pain To Balance It Out On Some Unknown Scale.