It's Not What You Are. It's What

Like A Stalker. An Obsessed Stalker. An Obsessed, Vampire Stalker

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.

I'd Really Like Having A Couple Days Of Being A Rock Star, Although I'd Rather Be A Backup - Like Maybe The Drummer For Muse It Would Also Be Fun To Be Gorgeous, Like Be Charlize Theron, Just For A Couple Of Days.

Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its Passing.